The elegant mrs tbogg and I are off for New Year’s dinner at our favorite restaurant where they serve a boeuf Bourguignon that can knock your socks off.
On behalf of the whole tbogg clan we wish you a safe New Year’s Eve, smoke’em if you got ‘em, don’t get any on you, hugs not drugs, and if Dennis Prager offers to buy you a drink called Up On The Roofie With My Pants Around My Ankles…, you might want to politely pass. Then kick him in the nuts.
Additionally, as is my duty and custom, just a reminder that this is your last chance for a menage a trois this year.
I tell you, he that can lay hold of them
Shall have the chinks.
– B. Shakespeare … approximately
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Shorter Dennis Prager:
“Women will not have sex with me.”
Even in Amerika in 2009, I don’t think anyone’s gonna bang that fucking fuck. Or blow him, come to that. He is overdue for a Kurdish circumcision. Why should les gals have all the fun?
I’m deep into my annual “don’t get your hopes up” cycle, our President-Elect notwithstanding.
May the Flying Spaghetti Monster take pity on us all and bestow some greater measure of kindness upon the world than the last few years have seen.
I tell you, he that can lay hold of them
Shall have the chinks.
Whatchu talkin’ ’bout, William? Them ladies ain’t Chinese. They white. And ugly, too.
tbogg, thx for getting us safely and snarkily thru a rough, tough 2008. May your wit and insights continue to provide us solace and the occasional coffee-on-the-keyboard incident in the year ahead.
Oh, nuts. I kept putting off that menage thing too long again. OK, New Year’s resolution: a menage a quatre in ‘09!
So I’ve been really focusing on the image and I gotta admit, I can’t figure out which one is you…
menage a trois in La Cage aux Folles? Happy 2009
Good Morning all!!!
We have got an entire New Year to try on, see how it fits, and just what we’ll be able to make of it. About time, too, I’d say.
But, I have an OT which, with your kind indulgence, I should like to share with you, my friends, and compatriots …
I spent the remainder of the last year thinking about a ‘problem’ which has caused perplexion and no little amount of aggro …
To wit, the seating arrangements for one Roland Burris, Senator-appointerated Burris, to be precise.
I know, there are those who feel that Burris’ “appointment” is “tainted” and “highly divisive”, not to mention “suspicious”, in the apparent hypocrisy of its methodology and “intent”. I disagree with none of these concerns.
However, in the last few milliseconds of the late, unlamented, last year, it dawned upon me that in one regard, at least, Burris evidenced a capacity rarely (if ever) seen in recent electoral history. He did NOT spend million$ to obtain this seat. After most elections, the dreary word is put forth that the election just completed was the most expensive on record (and “how the hell can this go on, indefinitely? …”)
Now, either Mr. Burris paid nothing to become the pinch-hitter of the moment, or, assuming that he genuinely cannot remember, the “cost” was “good will, bunting” or, a measly $14,000.00.
Might I humbly suggest that the “problem” is NOT Mr. Burris, but our own shortsightedness. We have just witnessed a significant “revolution”, of sorts, and virtually no one noticed – how long has it been since we have gotten a politician, even a lousy one, so cheaply?
I realize that there are other “costs” associated with this … um … “transaction”, but they will neither be known in their entirity nor even come “due” until some deferred date, possibly around April 1st …
But the greater “burden” is one of philosophy, and it is a price we must all, individually, be willing to pay.
Essentially it is this: we must endeavor, as a people with common cause, to look at old problems in a new way.
Thank you for listening, and may each of you find the New Year to your liking and great benefit, each in your own way.
;~DW
I like that…tho’ not knowing much about Mr. Burris. And, actually, it sort of reminds me of Al Franken…in the “who would have thought” sort of way. Al just kept on pitching while being mocked, insulted, and the rest. If we see a new way of doing things, so be it. And we even got rid of the criminal from LA and that is huge progress….now if we can get rid of the other one.
Is that a misogynistic comment about the women in the picture?
And what does this mean:
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Who are “the chinks”?
Fitz looking for another 90 days with Blago?
WTF!!! Either it was a slam dunk case or we’re being played. Fitz convicts Libby of lying in lieu of going after Cheney for obvious treason. Now he’s going after some Chicago politician in what’s beginning to look more and more as an attempt to smear Obama and dems. I’m actually starting to root for Blago.
Enough already. Let’s focus ALL PROSECUTIONS on the war criminals. People who tortured toddler’s testicles and those who approved it should be getting A LOT MORE PRESS than some big haired Chicago politico.
Enjoy.
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Happy New Year, all! And thank you to the bogg clan for sharing their 2008 trials and tribulations with me (and everybody else)! Damn, I love this place.
My New Year’s resolution? Be a better man.
Okay, fuck that. Now, can we get back to roundly thrashing and trashing Bill Kristol?
“The chinks” are coins that make a chinking sound, so the Nurse means that the husband of Juliet, only heir to a rich man, will make her husband rich. (In addition, to “have the chinks” is to be in that state of wheezing and gasping that comes when you are laughing so hard that you need to stop, but can’t, so the Nurse, in her bawdy way, may also be suggesting that Juliet’s husband will have a really good time with her in bed.) However, upon learning that Juliet is a Capulet, Romeo shows that he doesn’t care about Juliet’s money. He exclaims, “O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt” (1.5.118). Because he is in love, he now owes his very life to Juliet, and she (as a Capulet) is his foe.
Happy New Year to the TBoggs, two and four legged, and to everyone else as well.
My R & J take.
For never was a story of more woe,
Than Prager’s ex’s saying, no, no, no.
Pass the tissues.
William Hatspeare
Here you go:
http://tinyurl.com/9ojbhw
Prager’s right hand would abandon him if it could.
I shall now remind the manly Mr. Biscuitbarrel how good he has it, and he’ll say the same to me. That’s how we ring in the new every New Year’s Eve… at approximately 9:45 pm.