Happy Christmas

Merry Holiday’s from the Yahoo blow job face emoticarolers!

..and me.

’till next year!

Must be Italian.

So Amazon.com is all about this new frustration free packaging. At first I was all oooh well that is handy. But then I was thinking..isn’t that how we packed things up back in the day?

Throw it in the box with some do not break stuff and off it goes?

OR - we could toss things into big crates with packing material and write fragile all over the sides. Now that is how it is done.

If I don’t get around to it, Merry Holidays everyone.

this is my united states of whatever

So..

The United States just called me. On the phone.

Also you should know that The United States likes to be called G.

Furthermore? America is a local number.

No really the phone rang - I checked the caller ID because you know sometimes you just are not in the mood to talk to your Country. It said UNITED STATES G. Followed by a local number lol.

This leads me to believe that America is a rapper.

But then I looked up the phone number because google has my back like that when I am nervous that my country wants to talk to me. It was a Department of Veterans Affairs
Medical Center.

I liked it better when I thought my country was calling for my help like if I were superwoman or something.

OK - you know…

I understand it has been about fifteen gabillion days since my last post and it is pretty lame for this one to be a video but this is just …stupid.

I am so - OO annoyed by all the vampire buzz. With the exception of the show True Blood because it actually is super. But honestly this one minute video made me cringe and feel embarrassed all at the same time. I watched it with a look on my face like something smelled really bad..you know the face. Anyway - behold.

Pass THE Word

So I went down to the local craft store this morning. No really. I did. I am crafty yo! Anyway, I went to buy more yarn to finish my niece’s afghan. It is a Hobby Lobby. So there I was walking with much haste to grab up the yarn and leave because craft stores make me jumpy. And sort of Dexter-ish.

I go to pay when I spy something in the little area with the tempting candy and gum. It looked..different. So I pick it up with my heathen paws and I swear to the holy hobby lobby my hands burned up and turned to ash right then and there.

Behold.

Yea. You go ahead and tell me that you live in a stranger place than this.