I see that current events in the Ukraine are getting a small -- if trés scant -- acknowledgement by the legacy media…but almost nothing about Venezuela.
I’m sure Sean Penn will be headed there any day now with a humanitarian shipment of toilet paper.
Perhaps the news embargo is for teh benefit of Il Douchey, since he generally claims he don’t know nothin’ ’bout nothin’ unless he reads about it in the papers.
Happy Hump Day, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven!
Give my condolences to Mrs. Sven. Is she confined to one floor? How long is she going to be laid-up? Did the cat trip her? Or did the raccoon push her?
The rest of y’all have a good day -- it’s off to school!
Living on Mars? Hell, I hear they own the place! And they’re building settlements!!!!11!1!11!
Quick! Somebody build a large jihadi troop transport and provision it to invade take back Mars!
Thanks for well-wishes, guys. I’ll pass on to Mrs Sven.
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Kate
10 years ago
Sven: swift healing wishes for Mrs. Sven. I find the idea of falling down the stairs the stuff of nightmares, even though I have done it many times with no bone breakage.
Wonderfully Warm Weather Wednesday is almost over but tomorrow will be even warmer in Happy Larryville. I’m going to pretend it is really Spring and wear linen pants. maybe even . . . white shoes. Live the Dream!
I’m enjoying teh warmer weather, too…although I’m not ready to wear white pants quite yet. Because I still worry about what all of Mom’s DAR and Junior League acquaintances might say. Not to mention the folks at teh country club, or my trophy wife.
You know what sticklers we Arbuckles are about proper decorum at all times. 😉
And they’re building settlements!!!!11!1!11!
I don’t care who you are; that’s some funnee right there.
Yeah, cats. When something is broken, look to them first. And not to fix anything….
Good morning! Hope everyone will have a lovely day.
Mrs Sven is hobbled--she fell down the stairs Sunday and broke her big toe and messed up some ligaments and stuff in her ankle.
Other than that, things could be a lot worse.
Sven
Happy Middle of teh Week Day, GN!
I see that current events in the Ukraine are getting a small -- if trés scant -- acknowledgement by the legacy media…but almost nothing about Venezuela.
I’m sure Sean Penn will be headed there any day now with a humanitarian shipment of toilet paper.
Perhaps the news embargo is for teh benefit of Il Douchey, since he generally claims he don’t know nothin’ ’bout nothin’ unless he reads about it in the papers.
Happy Hump Day, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven!
Give my condolences to Mrs. Sven. Is she confined to one floor? How long is she going to be laid-up? Did the cat trip her? Or did the raccoon push her?
The rest of y’all have a good day -- it’s off to school!
Hai Sven!
Very sorry to “hear” about Mrs. Sven; hope she heals fast, fast, fast!
Addendum: Hiya, Paddy!
Very sorry to hear about Mrs. Sven’s injury, Sven. I am glad it was not worse.
Hi, Mac!
I’m pleased to see that John Effin’ Kerry is stepping-up to the plate in re the Great Clown Shortage of 2014:
Perhaps he’ll approve teh Pierrot XL pipeline, too.
Har!
Teh General Authority of Islamic Affairs and Endowment in the UAE has issued a “me” against living on Mars:
Somebody should tell the committee there’re Joooooos living on Mars; that’ll change their tune. Ulululululululul!
Living on Mars? Hell, I hear they own the place! And they’re building settlements!!!!11!1!11!
Quick! Somebody build a large jihadi troop transport and provision it to
invadetake back Mars!So living on Mars is more suicidal than being a suicide bomber?
Thanks for well-wishes, guys. I’ll pass on to Mrs Sven.
Sven: swift healing wishes for Mrs. Sven. I find the idea of falling down the stairs the stuff of nightmares, even though I have done it many times with no bone breakage.
Wonderfully Warm Weather Wednesday is almost over but tomorrow will be even warmer in Happy Larryville. I’m going to pretend it is really Spring and wear linen pants. maybe even . . . white shoes. Live the Dream!
Drive-by:
Heya, K8-E!
I’m enjoying teh warmer weather, too…although I’m not ready to wear white pants quite yet. Because I still worry about what all of Mom’s DAR and Junior League acquaintances might say. Not to mention the folks at teh country club, or my trophy wife.
You know what sticklers we Arbuckles are about proper decorum at all times. 😉
I don’t care who you are; that’s some funnee right there.