Never visit TBogg’s blog before a meal.
Never visit TBogg’s blog during a meal.
Never visit TBogg’s blog less than an hour after a meal.

I should never, ever, forget that.

That’s our Ann of a Thousand Daiquiris.
Or does rum not come in boxes?

Good heavens. Doesn’t anyone tell her? I mean, if I ever down a box-o-wine and start posting crap like this, I expect an intervention. Or at least a good-natured pummeling.

geez…what did we do to deserve both that hellish face-of-death-w/cleavage pic and video? i have to go wash my eyes out with lye now…

Tits and ass.
Bought myself a fancy pair.
Tightened up the derriere.
Did the nose with it.
All that goes with it.

Tits and ass!
Had the bingo-bongos done.
Suddenly I’m getting nash’nal tours!
Tits and ass won’t get you jobs
Unless they’re yours!!!

As another Ann once said: “The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self awareness. ”

You can look it up

I did look it up, and having done so, I believe the proper baseball phrasing is,

You could look it up.

But I’ve been drinking, so I could be wrong.

America’s least favorite box-wine sommelier

Ann is not a bad-looking woman. But this display–faux-populist “nothing human is alien to me” combined with snarky footnotes–is pure bush league. Someone should take her aside and say, “Hon? It’s not enough to ‘pretend’ to find American Idol riveting in the service of really finding it riveting. You don’t get double credit for it. Just watch it in private and don’t post about it, or make videos about how much you love it.” (And be duly ridiculed.)

A psychiatrist might suggest this is Ann’s subconscious expressing anxiety about her drinking.

Why would she use such an unflattering photo?

I’sh luuuuvvvvsh me’s shum Ann’s Outhoussshhhh. Shee’s HOT! I’sh share shum NightTrain orsh shum ThunderMcBird wit hershhhh anytimeshhh….

Did we not say enough about the new puppy? Did we say too much?

I know I feel chastened for something. And I will never, ever do that again.

But I am kind of loving her idiotic excuse for herself because some people said Bush was a “dry drunk”. Well..he fucking acted like a dry drunk. And if she didn’t like it then, why is she obsessing this way now?

The one bright spot, if there is ever an Olympic contest for Complete Unwareness of Self While Projecting Onto Others..she will be a star. But please no “Up Close and Personal”.

“the midget couldn’t resist swinging at it”

well now, that explains a lot.

Damn, the last comment on youtube is a lame one I made a year ago. Does no one care?

As another Ann once said: “The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self awareness.”

But our world is cursed with people of NO self-awareness…just Serious Attitude, and assloads of cheap boxwine.

And no, I wouldn’t…well, everyone here knows. I definitely will not eplore the possibilities.

Sooooo… apparently, Ann writes one of those blogs that are all about using breasts for extra attention

Looks like Ann is one of those half-full, half-empty people. The water glass is half-full, but the wine glass is, of course, half-empty.

“Hey, whash a girl gotta do ta get a drink ’round ‘ere? Flash her tits?”

That pic looks like one of the desperate women one would see at closing time. And babbling the same stupid shit too.

(If you think we shouldn’t be talking about the President this way, let’s remember how people called Bush a “dry drunk.” That is, he was criticized for being a drunk when he didn’t drink at all!)

In other news, Ann Althouse makes a point of not getting it. (Is it that difficult for someone to find out what’s meant by that term, especially when you know for a fact that they have internet access? No, it isn’t, not at all.) And of course, her commenter has to point out to her that the “recommendation” is part of the standard don’t-sleep-in-the-subway-darling-don’t-stand-in-the-pouring-rain doctors’ boilerplate. She’s reminding me more and more of the high school English teacher of mine who went a little too far with the makeup, the perfume, and going braless under the thin sweaters.

By the way, Tbogg, you’ve probably already heard, but we won’t have Junior to kick around anymore–at least until he moves to Florida (for his “foot infection”), and sees another Blue Dog politician that he thinks will be easy pickins.

Lady Astor Althouse: Sir, You’re drunk!

Churchill Obama: Yes, but in the morning I will be sober, and you will still be ugly!

She’s a one-session aversive conditioning program for cleavage addicts.

Great minds… She reminded me of all of the still-hopeful-at-closing-time, ravaged by booze and gravity, types that I used to see in South Texas honky tonks.

Even reading *about* the damn story made me laugh.

Even reading about the story made me laugh.

Oops.

the midget couldn’t resist swinging at it

January, 2012: Mitch Daniels announces his campaign for President.

That story is chockfull of good lines. “He was built like a Pope-Hartford and couldn’t run no faster than President Taft” is my favorite.

I notice that story, while mentioning that Junior would have to hit up his Wall Street friends for big bucks to pay for the campaign, totally ignores all the polling that showed how badly Gillibrand was going to kick Harold’s ass in the primary (50%-19% in the most recent one):

http://tpmlivewire.talkingpointsmemo.com/2010/03/poll-gillibrand-way-ahead-of-ford-in-what-might-have-been-senate-primary.php

Ha ha the General once sent me to Pamzilla’s house and I learned my lesson bigtime – don’t click the link, Luke!

“prudes and killjoys”

What is she, a fin-de-siecle matron?

Actually, that’s kind of her thing, isn’t it?