Isn't that somewhat ironic?
And that brings me to my latest limerick: Some Say That Reid's Act Was A Stunt.
" and "Preacher Pat:" . Apparently they like some more than others. However, next time I will know exactly which brand of mice poison to get!
And that brings me to my latest song parody: Say Goodbye To Tom DeLay.
You can read it right here or hear me sing Auld Lang Impeachment here.
So, I watched it again and enjoyed it. What are you waiting for? I still have quite a bit of work ahead of me, but they are shaping up quite nicely. But on occasion he wins and I've got two messes to clean. I hope you'll enjoy singing my Bill O'Reilly's Faux War On Christmas song to the tune of Get Me To The Church On Time, from My Fair Lady.
Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit?
My kids loved watching all the animals. They came up to spend a few days, and hang out before school starts.
Oh, and speaking of waiting, do you love Japanese pixel art? Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit?
Apparently they like some more than others.
After the movie and some Ibuprofen my headache finally subsided enough that I could function until bedtime. Wow, that's some strong stuff! They came up to spend a few days, and hang out before school starts. He says "bish" for fish, "chi" for chip, "drinka" for drink, and "sha-sha-shaka" when his 'ba-ba' is finished heating in the microwave.
As I am not down to the weight I would like to be yet, I will not divulge my actual weight, but I am happy that it's going down.
Wow, that's some strong stuff! Of course, Tom DeLay has been doing the distancing dance for a while now, with an assist from Susan Schmidt and James Grimaldi at the Washington Post. She's a little social bug!
She's a little social bug! They came up to spend a few days, and hang out before school starts.
The doctors always said, "if it hurts don't do it".
So far, I've seen the introductory mini-series, and half of the first season.
Instead of just saying "Po-po" for when his diaper is messy, he has to stick his hand down his pants and bring me his nasty, poop-covered fingers while saying "po-po, po-po".
I was grateful when the little ones were finally in bed and I could sleep off the pain. Yes, they're pointless, but still enjoyable. Yes, we love green ones and black ones - but the burgundy ones, no.
I hope you'll enjoy singing my Bill O'Reilly's Faux War On Christmas song to the tune of Get Me To The Church On Time, from My Fair Lady.
A top secret White House source leaked this Harriet Miers memo to me, in a MadKane.
I am finally getting sleep again. I still have quite a bit of work ahead of me, but they are shaping up quite nicely. Isn't that somewhat ironic?
I mean Jack Abramoff has entered into a plea agreement, Republicans are rushing to distance themselves from Abramoff.