Last post until Random Ten tomorrow night and, really, we’re talking about very minor surgery and I’ll be at work in the afternoon so not a big deal.
But … just in case things go horribly terribly OMIGAWD! IT"S ALIVE!!! RUN! RUN!!! AIIIIEEEeeeee….. (gack)…gurgle…. awry, here is the secret of life which may only be shared with your loved ones if I don’t make it.
Also. Michelle Malkin? Still a bitch…



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Tbogg is telling the truth, it really is minor surgery. However, the reason he is taking the “Happy Drug” is because the surgery had to be put off due to his blood pressure. So thanks to the wonderful doctor who didn’t want to be sued for malpractice by putting him under when he should have been having a stroke, our Tbogg is….well….goofy. And that is a word I NEVER thought I would use to describe him. His only form of self-medication is reading psycho, right wing lunatics and other stupid people and surely that does not have the same effect as morphine-based drugs. But who knows. So, please don’t worry, He will be fine…if less goofy. I’m going to miss that….
the secret of life…
BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED
So that’s what makes Beckham “walkity walkity walk” with you! Buena suerte, tbogg, enjoy the goofy meds.
That’s more than you can say for Jonah Goldberg.
It all makes sense now.
Mrs. Tbogg: When he’s in recovery, he’ll seem to be completely normal but he’s in LaLaLand and won’t remember anything. So you should record an audio (a video would be cruel) of him talking and then play it back to him when he’s completely back to normal.
I wish I’d done that, it was twenty minutes of the funniest stuff I’ve heard in 30 years.
Glad to hear the Lord of TBogg manner is feeling Gay, in the original sense of the word.
P.S. If his neck is green tomorrow, we’ll know the operation went well.
sheesh, MANOR. [spellcheck!]
And I’m not even on anything! (Read enough wingnut signs and…shit happens.)
Goooood luck, TBoggs! I expect twice the snark upon your return!
I dunno. Reading right wing psycho lunatics all day would send my blood pressure up too. Jeez, I can’t even watch faux news for the comedy anymore they are so hateful. Have fun today Tbogg.
And Lesley–Funny–I had totally forgotten about the Beckham green neck thing.
Dammit, why did I click? The Gaylord song is now stuck in my head.
Best wishes, M/M TBogg, that all goes well today.
Okay, so know it’s not a vasectomy, because it’s not being done on a Friday.
A basset action toy… yeah, that must have sold like hot cakes. Seriously, Mrs. Tbogg, how many of those does Tbogg have stashed away from his childhood?
“When you pull his leash he’ll walkety walkety walk with you…” — sort of like a Blue Dog Democrat on the end of the Republican’s chain of guilt tripping…
Lighting a candle before the icon of St. Satchmo for you, TBogg. Hope everything comes out OK (especially all of the surgical instruments–nobody likes to have cutlery left inside them).
that video explains EVERYTHING
Here’s hoping you happily float through the day, TBogg.
Michelle will still be a bitch when you come down.
Y’know, there’s only so much “goofiness” one can attribute to better living through chemistry. Michelle Malkin really IS a bitch.
Jeez Tbogg, you sure are a Drama Queen about very minor surgery,…. which is something I fully understand. I was once accused of turning a wisdom tooth extraction into a week-long whinefest, to which I replied: “Yeah, so what’s your point?”. Ya can’t shame me.
Carry on Tbogg, and here’s hoping for the very best outcome.
Good luck, Mr. Bogg. When you come back, would you mind explaining to me how my cat Juan Carlos ended up running out of a pipe in the video above?
While you’re “goofy” and all, can’t you knock out a few columns for the Atlantic Monthly?
I’m thinking maybe “T-Bogg’s Hysterical Information.”
“Minor surgery,” huh? Don’t tell us you’re getting a piercing down, you know, there.
Ouch, I’m cringing just thinking about it.
Goofy, ah yes. An old boss thought floating disembodied heads were giving her advice on her life while she was hopped up on prescription goofballs. I told her to write it all down because, hey, maybe the heads knew something.
I’d forgotten all about Ideal and Gaylord. Makes me wish I still had my slightly more hetero Mr. Machine. Things would have turned out differently for Erick Red had Santa honored his wish for an Ideal Patty Play Pal.
Quote of the Day from that color site regarding the number of participants in the 9-12 march in DC:
Beck forgot which university. I expect that he’ll come out with the name and link to the source soon.
(dog, I hope she is holding her breath)
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The only logical response to this would be, “Odd Ogg, Odd Ogg, half turtle and half frog.”
And for any conservatives in the mob, er, crowd, here’s you a froggy treat. Ribbit.
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A bit late but sincere: hope it all went well and you are back to your normal snark level soon.
Late also, as I am visiting family in one of those horrible, dangerous, not to be trusted, commie-health-care-using countries that endanger our precious bodily fluids (okay, it’s Canada, but it’s scary, honest, trust me!)
So hope you and your vital bits are fine and the boys aren’t having fun by running across you and the bed.
Belatedly chiming in to, at this point, hope that all went well. Also.
Aside/ turning 49, felt like starting on a gentle downward slope. Hitting 50, like falling off a cliff. Sorry to be a downr.
MY GOD!!! TRex! That really did look like Juan Carlos, you know… It’s just grand to “see” you.
Also, too, best wishes to TBogg… Also. Too.