Linkydinks.
*Pinky found this link, which I pass on to my teenaged blog readers: Take heart. I know right know you probably think your parents suck. But next time you think yours are the dumbest assholes on the planet, think again.
Cute baby, though. Is it a boy, or a girl? So hard to tell. I wish they'd give me some clues, somehow.
*I know Lazy Sunday has been floating around for a long time, but I can't stop singing it. I'm linking it mostly for my friend Elle, but also because it still makes me laugh.
*Matthew Baldwin over at Defective Yeti warned me that My Humps was not only the worst song ever recorded, but might also be as close to unfiltered evil as we are likely to see in this world. His commenters also warned that, once listened to, the song worms its way into your brain and squirts uncontrollably out your mouth at various points in the day, like when you're walking behind a woman at the grocery store and burst out with WHATCHA GON' DO WITH ALL THEM BREASTS UP IN YOUR SHIRT?! which of course leaves you no choice but to run away before you are struck down by an angry mob. Who, of course, will begin singing MY HUMPS, MY HUMPS, MY HUMP MY HUMP MY HUMPS over your dead, trampled body.
After I played the video for Steve and he sat on the couch staring at the monitor in horror, Christopher walked around the house singing, SPENDING ALL YOUR MONEY ON ME AND ALL YOUR TIME ON ME and Alex, of course, sang I'M A GIT GIT GIT GIT YOU DRUNK, GIT YOU LOVE DRUNK ON MY HUMPS.
But that's us, always succumbing to viruses together.
*When I was working at the Renaissance Faire up in Bristol, one of the other actresses and I did a bit on the fairegrounds where we would sling blonde jokes at each other, reworked into Renaissance English:
"Wherefore doth the flaxen-haired maiden clad herself in bloomers?"
"To keep her ankles warm!"
Oh, the hilarity! We definitely could have used this one from Shakespeare's Sister. It's the best one yet.
*This next link is from Alas, A Blog. Barry thinks this is the Worst Newspaper Error Ever, but I disagree. I think it's the best.
*A study on the effectiveness of tin foil hats.
*Warning Label Generator.

*Time to update links on the blogroll again, dammit. I've been meaning to add my friends Emily and Brooke's blog Name That Mama and kept putting it off, but now that their first baby is almost here, and they've been nominated for a Best of Blogs award in the LBGT category, well, the time is clearly now.
*Pinky found this link, which I pass on to my teenaged blog readers: Take heart. I know right know you probably think your parents suck. But next time you think yours are the dumbest assholes on the planet, think again.
Cute baby, though. Is it a boy, or a girl? So hard to tell. I wish they'd give me some clues, somehow.
*I know Lazy Sunday has been floating around for a long time, but I can't stop singing it. I'm linking it mostly for my friend Elle, but also because it still makes me laugh.
*Matthew Baldwin over at Defective Yeti warned me that My Humps was not only the worst song ever recorded, but might also be as close to unfiltered evil as we are likely to see in this world. His commenters also warned that, once listened to, the song worms its way into your brain and squirts uncontrollably out your mouth at various points in the day, like when you're walking behind a woman at the grocery store and burst out with WHATCHA GON' DO WITH ALL THEM BREASTS UP IN YOUR SHIRT?! which of course leaves you no choice but to run away before you are struck down by an angry mob. Who, of course, will begin singing MY HUMPS, MY HUMPS, MY HUMP MY HUMP MY HUMPS over your dead, trampled body.
After I played the video for Steve and he sat on the couch staring at the monitor in horror, Christopher walked around the house singing, SPENDING ALL YOUR MONEY ON ME AND ALL YOUR TIME ON ME and Alex, of course, sang I'M A GIT GIT GIT GIT YOU DRUNK, GIT YOU LOVE DRUNK ON MY HUMPS.
But that's us, always succumbing to viruses together.
*When I was working at the Renaissance Faire up in Bristol, one of the other actresses and I did a bit on the fairegrounds where we would sling blonde jokes at each other, reworked into Renaissance English:
"Wherefore doth the flaxen-haired maiden clad herself in bloomers?"
"To keep her ankles warm!"
Oh, the hilarity! We definitely could have used this one from Shakespeare's Sister. It's the best one yet.
*This next link is from Alas, A Blog. Barry thinks this is the Worst Newspaper Error Ever, but I disagree. I think it's the best.
*A study on the effectiveness of tin foil hats.
*Warning Label Generator.

*Time to update links on the blogroll again, dammit. I've been meaning to add my friends Emily and Brooke's blog Name That Mama and kept putting it off, but now that their first baby is almost here, and they've been nominated for a Best of Blogs award in the LBGT category, well, the time is clearly now.







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