If this qualifies as “sore loser”, I guess the last eight years of liberal bullshit must have been a tantrum of the most exceptional variety.

Which of course it was.

I’m personally most fond of points #3,4,5,9,10,11,12,14, 16,17, and 19. And #1 for its sheer snark value. I say similar things to Sgt. Bones regularly. I’m not at liberty to discuss his reactions to those remarks, because as a military member he is completely non-partisan in his public statements.

You know, if I keep this up, my blog’s going to have nothing but politics in it. I had better go take some quizzes.

This guy didn’t take any good pics of me, so I posted the WORST one of him, with glowing eyes and a sneer of contempt.

The party was fun, even if our Ringo turned into a goblin a little early.

Spent 7 minutes here, looked at 18 pages (in Firefox), and arrived without being referred.

So, who was it?

And what do you want for a prize? As long as it’s cheap and easily mailed… I can oblige.

Requests for locks of hair or frilly underpinnings will not be honored. I haven’t got the former, and I refuse to show the latter! ~_^

One of the most flattering moments of my life-Wyatt put me in the list.

I feel it is my duty though to mention that the endowments pictured in the third photo were not standard issue. Now, while many of Sgt. Bones’ co-workers (my former co-workers, the jerks!) suggested that I had spent his re-enlistment bonus on those bazongas, and I received a shocked look and a spate of questions from a waitress at a local establishment I frequented (she also gave them a bit of a grab, that was memorable), I have to explain that while they weren’t standard, they also were not fake in any way.

They were just temporary.

Sgt. Bones took that picture when our Ringo was about six or seven months old. I’d lost all the baby weight except those, which were still in fully functional mode. It was just a great balance for me, filling out shirts like never before, but able to squeeze into skinny jeans- I think it must have worked for me, because I seem to recall that I got pregnant with George about that time.

The boob fairy really never did visit, just the stork.

Feminists get their panties in a bunch over a video game.

First of all, it looks inappropriate for kids- despite the “cartoony” graphics style. Check all the blood, and dead bodies strewn across most of the screenshots linked from the article. I wouldn’t allow my kids to play it just for the sheer violence content. How does that “create a new generation of fat-hating assholes”? (To paraphrase one of the sources listed.) In my opinion, this game should be hit up by the ESRB with at least a “Teen” rating (I was unable to find a rating for it on the site). By the time kids are teens they’ve had years of schoolyard experiences with fat-haters and bullies who will seize upon any perceived fault or difference to shame, ridicule and berate other kids for. As if that isn’t enough, they’re likely to hear tales of how obesity can negatively affect their health (from the education system, those fat-hating assholes). Fat-hating cities are banning fast food and transfats, requiring calorie counts on menus, and suggesting that it’s in peoples’ best interests not to eat until they balloon up like Mr. Creosote.

(be advised that this is a disgusting, graphic skit with bad language and a lot of vomit- watch at your own risk)

I’d also like to take this moment to call out Wyatt as a fat-hater, since he spent half of this year trying to lose weight (with quite some success)! We all know he didn’t do it for his health and fitness, but because he saw Mr. Creosote videos and played the Fat Princess game, and it made him hate fat.

100%ALCOHOLIC

Originally released in April 2001. Wow.
More info at Wikipedia.

I also enjoy the Irrational Exuberance version- that’s some classy Flash.