Again, Tracy? Again with the vindictive, gonna-get-ya-back attitude? You guys may think that since I’m not blogging up a storm that I’m not watching what’s going on over there on the Pink Truth. Oh. I’m watching.
What? Someone has to!
Archive for Duh Wrote This
Everyone is put on notice.
This is what happens when I move out of South Louisiana.
I know several of you have my personal e-mail, and I welcome your messages, believe me. But if I receive an e-mail forward from you, please expect a very rude response. If I especially receive anymore e-mail forwards bitching about Katrina evacuees (people are STILL talking about that), Gustav evacuees, how much Louisiana sucks, how immoral the people of New Orleans are, how our tax dollars are being wasted there, etc. etc. you will receive a VERY rude response.
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I just don’t want to hear yours in the form of an e-mail you didn’t even have the eloquence and wit to write yourself about a subject in which you are completely ignorant.
With love,
Duh- A South Louisianian transplanted to South Texas
A Pink Truth post?
- Now THIS is a bratty kid.
I know, it’s been like forever, but tonight I was bored and decided to head on over to PT to see what’s shaking with the lovely ladies over there. Especially Raisinberry. I like my women drunk and mouthy, don’t ya know. Anyway if you’re looking for cattiness and good clean bitchy entertainment, as I was tonight, PT won’t let you down.
Really quick.
- Jackass in the wild.
At the risk of offending some family members and friends, I have to say something. You people who walk around with that little cell phone thing hanging out of your ear and talking to yourself in the grocery store/mall/etc. are jackasses. Seriously. You’re not that important.
I can understand using it in the car. I mean, the jury is still out on whether it actually is safer than a traditional cell phone, but it couldn’t be more dangerous. But the freaks that walk around all day long with that thing in their ear need to check themselves. You might as well wear a sign around your neck that says, “I’m retarded”. ( Yes, I went there.) It’s worse than grown ups wearing velcro shoes. It’s worse than a fanny pack.
When I see you coming toward me talking to thin air, I mentally mark you… JACKASS. You are forever branded in my mind. I can’t be the only one that feels that way. So as you prepare to walk out the door to start your day, and you’re strapping that contraption to the side of your face, know that just by that simple act you are making yourself a target.
Mystery solved!!!
I’m an idiot! Whew. What a relief. Meanwhile, enjoy this oldie but goodie:
Who’ll cop to this? Only the Shadow knows…
I put a google alert on Tracy’s name about a year ago. (Thanks for the idea, Me.) It really cut down on my internet stalking time. For those of you who don’t know what that is, anytime someone googles Tracy’s name and clicks a link I get an email message. It’s diabolical, I know, but my whites have never been whiter. I also went ahead and put a google alert on myself.
Here’s the weird thing. Almost everyday at around 10 or 11 o’clock at night I get a google alert on Tracy. On a lot of those days at around the same time, I’ll get one for myself as well. Who the hell is googling me and Tracy almost everyday?
What’s really sad is that when you google my name, it comes up with nothing. Now I have it on good authority (some website somewhere) that I am the only person in the entire country with my name. Apparently I have failed as a human since a google search turns up nothing on me. Self promotion is not my forte. But WHO is searching?
Gay men should burn in hell!!
First of all, when the hell did Doogie Howser get this hot??!!!
Second of all, if they are gonna rub it in our faces that they can kiss that well, then I’m going to join the Christian fundies in wishing them an eternity of scorching hotness.
My husband loves this show, and last night was the first time ever that I sat down to watch it with him. OMG, I’m in love with Doogie all over again. I so totally had a crush on him when I was 12. I even had a little poster of him by my bed.
SHUT UP.
So gay men everywhere, you must all be punished for making me feel this ache in my belly for NPH.
Bitches jacked my grill!
So today I came home, and some assholes had broken into my house. Yep. I’ve been burgled.
They got our TV, our Wii, all my jewelry, every electronic thing not literally tied down, all my CD’s, and my freaking sweet ass Coach purse. They even got my grill!!! Can you believe that?? I paid like 30 bucks for that on Ebay. Jerks.
My neighbors saw one of them exiting with our stuff and yelled at them. They took off. Guess what they didn’t get? The computer. Aw yeah.
I was gone for 2 hours. I came home and there’s a cop standing in my house. It was so weird. He was such a nice guy. He took the kids around and showed them that nobody was there. He even helped them look under the beds. Then we got to wait around for the crime scene guy to dust for fingerprints. We’ll see if they catch the guys.
Now we have to start combing the pawnshops for the jewelry. They took everything worth anything except for one emerald ring that I really don’t like. Dave gave it to me for my birthday a couple years ago, and I’ve never worn it. I showed him it was still there. Even the burglars don’t want it!! Haha!
I was a little upset that I hadn’t cleaned the house before this happened. I told the cop that the burglars had trashed the place, and he was like, “really?” Uh, no. He just laughed and said his house looks worse. He was really nice.
So enjoy this picture of me and my beloved grill. It will be the last.
Whataburger Friday
One of my fries at Whataburger tasted like garbage. No, I mean like actual garbage. Do you know the sickening sweet odor a dumpster gives off? That’s what my fry tasted like. I spit that thing right out.
I still ate the burger though. It tasted great. I’m not sure if that was such a wise decision. But in all honesty, if I’m eating at Whataburger in the first place, does it really matter if the fry came out of a dumpster? Who knows what’s in the food in the best of circumstances.
I probably shouldn’t have eaten the burger now that I’m thinking about it.
But the other fries weren’t bad. It was just one rogue fry. The kids had already eaten theirs with no complaints.
Should I keep the half chewed fry as evidence? I could put it in a ziploc and bring it back. “Smell this fry, Whataburger Guy.” But it’s half chewed. I could just have really bad garbage breath. He wouldn’t know.
Shouldn’t have eaten the burger. UGH.
I can’t decide what’s worse…eating the burger or trying to rationalize eating the burger. It was tasty though.
