I FOUND A PICTURE OF THE DOCTOR. I WILL SHOW HIS WIFE AND GET MONEY.

I FOUND A PICTURE OF THE DOCTOR. I WILL SHOW HIS WIFE AND GET MONEY.

Krusty has the perfect answer to our financial mess. By the way, the economy is not terrible. 3% GDP in the second quarter and about the same it appears in the third. That’s solid economic growth. The financial mess we’re in (hyped and skewed by reporters who have no understanding of it) is not a reflection of the overall economy. No accounts have been liquidated because of insolvencies. Saying it “is” sheds light on how little anyone actually understands. Makes great headlines in a political year. People will take a hit in 401ks. That’s risk. Shit happens. Things will come back in time. Only those who panic and sell will lose their ass. The reality is that it’s a great buying opportunity. I put my kids in cash last week, not because I’m a genius. I had a target in a stock then hit it and sold. I plan to look closely at AIG and GE. Down a ton but solid companies. I’m not pulling the trigger yet. Only pessimists shout the sky is falling. I’m no victim. What I love about conservatives is they pick themselves up and move on. They don’t sit around and wait for hurricanes to hit. Loot a bunch of stores then blame the government for not getting them out while standing on rooftops after the levies break. The guys who came to their rescue are the cajun conservatives who got their families out, then went back to help those who not only were too stupid to vote but watch the Weather Channel. Gallup poll on who would be best with the economy: Obama 48, Krustworthy 45. About a month ago Krusty was down 16 points. Tide is turning and will wash the left wing brainwashing out to sea. Love to be American this month.
I feel for you. You have a brave face while staring at certain death. Obama feels a lot like Custer at his last stand. I promise I won’t rub Obama’s certain loss in your face in January.
If she’s a “hockey mom,” she’s willing to go to blows in the stands. She’ll pull out a Dirty Harry special and put a few holes in Putin. I have complete faith in her. I remain steadfast in this decision to have Sarah Palin as my vice president. I’m wetting myself at the thought of Obama, a completely inexperienced and very easy to rattle guy, being number one on the ticket. Palin is number two. You compare an apple to a gun on this one. Krusty vs. Obama. It’s a no brainer. By the way, have you seen Biden lately? I think Obama may yank him and install Hillary. If Obama’s pride hadn’t gotten in his way, he would be up on McCain by at least 25 points. Now he’s having to kiss the Clinton’s asses to stay competitive. Makes me sick to see Obama sprint to clinton’s office and suck cock for help. Not very presidential in my eyes.
Here’s the reality. You all are prep school elitists who look down your noses at guys who attended the DeVry Universities of the world. The fact is the successful guys I know rarely attended elitist universities. You claim she has an IQ of 90. Just the ability to stand in front of 38.5M people and hit a home run speech, tells me that it hovers around 100. I know you struggle with the thought of a Harvard educated man, who is as liberal as they come, and is changing positions with the fluidity and predictability of the tides, getting hammered by a veteran who has actually serviced his country and can barely jerk off with his broken arms. McCain is Change. Palin forever. Drill baby drill. Kill wolves. Let God direct our foreign policy.
I welcome this change that really isn’t change, because I can’t stand to see Obama begging. Begging the Clinton’s for salvation.
I stalked a gal for a few days until I saw her walk out of her house. It was dark. She wore a leather jacket down past her rear. I could see the outline. Not bad. Enough for fun. A friend had mentioned her as a possibility. I called her, and we met for lunch. I had a party to attend on Friday night. She came with me. A bunch of beers into the night. She grabbed my hand and asked me to leave. We drove to my house and poured one last cocktail and sat on the couch. Not sure if I even took a sip before I ripped her clothes off. No foreplay. She loves to talk in the middle. I love it. She wants it harder. It wasn’t working. I stalled for some time. Too drunk. Fell asleep. Out cold.
At about 3am something is wrong. Code Red stands above me. She’s whimpering. Feels rejected. Fully dressed. Even wearing her overcoat. I had barely been with her. Only a couple dates. She expects what? So I’m drunk. I fall asleep. We’re far from married. Isn’t she supposed to be trying to land me? Best foot forward? The pressure. The best in bed are those who allow. They ask you to stop and try later. Code Red expects volumes. Immediately. Too much pressure.
She says she’s going to walk home. Completely outrageous. At least four miles away, and it’s bitterly cold. I jump into a pair of jeans and fleece. I told her I’ll drive her. We get to my car, and she cries harder. She asks why I don’t care. This is our first date. Can you imagine being married to this. No wonder why she’s divorced. I said flatly that she gets to make a choice. Come back to bed, or go home. She comes back to bed. I deliver a courtesy. She cuddles next to me for the remainder of the darkness.
I called her six months later on a warm sunny evening. A few scotches in. She was engaged after having known a guy for three weeks.
I don’t know much about her. Guns don’t bother me at all. If you live in Alaska, you shoot shit to eat. I think hunting is perfectly fine. Creationism totally freaks me out. Kids get knocked up. He’s a great looking guy. I refuse to judge that. Mccain certainly shook things up. I have a hard time believing he really wants her. She may be a great fuck.
I’m pissed because I hear there’s a picture of Bristol in a bikini and i’m trying to find it to check out her ass.
Mark my words. Pallin will go toe to toe with Biden in the debate. And if it turns to energy which it will, she smokes Biden. She runs a virtual country up there that borders Russia. This vaults her to a position of respect. Then all the gun toters march to the polls to cast a tally against Osama. I’m buying a gun. Huge semi-automatic with a night scope. The tree huggers down the street … I’m shooting their wildlife. All of it.
She kills moose. Makes me horny and insane.
I’m moving from this shit hole Connecticut to the great northern territories.
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What the hell is the matter with you? I mean, my wife and I take a few days off and go to the City to get waxed. I got a massage from a little Japanese man whose hands were just delightful (another story for another time), went shopping with Margret and ate some excellent Thai food. It was just a great break.
Then I come back to this.
Where to fucking start?
Betsy:
Look, even I don’t know how to run this blog thing right, wasn’t sure what meatspin was and I know better than to put a map in a blog. Stupid. Also, I hope your “lawyer” ends up being an ex-con with spider tattoos on his elbows and a tear drop from each eye. Don’t know what those mean? Ask the Internet stupid.
Martin:
Yeah, getting a job would be a good start for you, you degenerate papa’s boy. Getting money off your gas farm or whatever sure is an easy way to live isn’t it? Oh, and how about honesty in therapy? If I’d known you were a child-loving freak I woulda paired you up with Biofuel for couple’s counseling. Yeah, get a new phone. I’ve been trying to reach you and all I get is some recording.
Dean:
Jesus Christ man, seriously? Where do I even begin. You emailed a video of a guy getting oral (let me guess – sex) from…a cow? What the Titty-fucking christ is wrong with you? Jesus. Where do I even begin?
Oral? Really? Can you forward it to me?
Biofuel:
That language is really not necessary. Please refrain from using it.
Muntz:
You are off your rocker. Have you been taking your meds? Really, start them again.
AND TO EVERYONE:
I don’t like politics, please stop talking about them.
Thanks-
Dr. Liptsvitch
i wrote anderson cooper last night. never wrote back in person or his blog. complete flake. guy is outrageous with his pout and lilt and designer facade. i’m sure he’s deep into a four-way with ralph nader, larry craig and mark foley. lipvitch might want to head straight over for freebie. more disfunction there than all of north Korea.
robert lewis some solid go-getter send me this AC360 tax warrant last night. also found some children fawning over his homosexuality.
Nate says:
who gives a shit about him
I do.
Paul, maybe YOU need to get over trying to force everyone to think the way you do about Anderson, if you don’t like him, don’t read the posts about him here. And in case you didn’t know it, you don’t have to have an expectation of meeting someone you admire in order to admire them. Jesus Christ.
I can tell you if i EVER slept with a man it wouldn’t be AC. chirst, i’m sure he’d make me take off my shoes then put a five-blade gillette with a moisturizing strip to my sack. the lengths these people go to.
god is praying ACsexual pays his bills and stops all the editorial content.
jesus, the hezbollah supporter is polling 8 points higher than krusty. then he has the balls to place his medium rectangle so it pierces lasers of left wing conspiracy propoganda straight into my fucking cortex. this kind of shit should be banned. wolf blizter ac 360sexual already are on my shit list. i’m writing the editor as we speak. you think my sexual exploits are borderline? this type of stuff is making my asshole crush coal bickettes into blood diamonds.