…I thought K-Lo said that Noonington was sober.
And while the Empire State Building may not be interested in Mother Teresa, Donahue, who has a demonstration planned for the birthday, is doing his part to shine a bright light on her life again, something that can’t hurt the many students and families who he has turned onto the campaign. I find myself, as I often do, saying “Good for Bill!”
And I find myself, as I often do, saying “WTF?!”
Remember, K-Lo is supposed to be the bright light over at the Blog at Poo Corner, the most intellectually dishonest rest-stop on the Information Super Highway.
K-Lo, the doyenne of the Blog at Poo Corner, the most intellectually dishonest rest-stop on the Information Super Highway, is so clever, she has posted some wingnut’s photoshop of a Teabagger Barbie, complete with sign about socialism and a Don’t Tread on Me teeshirt.
I wonder how long before the very litigous Mattel Corporation demands it be taken down?
…is not Priests raping little boys and girls (and in some instances tying them up to have their way with them), but that Malkkkin’s faith is shaken.
(Fair warning! The link takes you to that sketchy rest stop on the Information Superhighway, the most intellectually dishonest collection of nincompoops on the web, The Blog at Poo Corner.)
(Change one letter in our post’s title, and you probably are closer to The Great Truth.)
Who knew that Our Virgin of the Immaculate Cheesecake was such a naughty gal?
(Hat tip: Morse who found it at FDL)
Claims she was in Jersey at the time
Giant Mystery Blob Discovered Near Dawn of Time. A newly found primordial blob may represent the most massive object ever discovered in the early universe, researchers announced today.
Truth is stranger than fiction. But when two pop-culture phenoms collide (in this case Twitter and American Idol) with K-Lo, I think it means the end for both of them.
Professional virgin Kathryn Jean Lopez worries that boys are lost in the shuffle, and Disney wonders, “What do adolescent boys want?” Hey, for $75 I can tell ’em what adolescent (and adult) boys want to watch and what they want play with.
“But mine never talked.”
(Fair Warning! The link takes you to the creamy-filled center of Wingnuttia!)