What I’m having for dinner.  Might not be your typical meatloaf.  I use about 1 ½ pounds of ground beef and most of the recipe in the Better Homes and Gardens New Cookbook on page 241.  I add small cans of carrots, green beans, and corn.  I also take a barbeque sauce and mix in some brown sugar and baste the top of that slab of meat liberally and cook for an additional 10 minutes.

Good stuff.  Add some cranberry sauce and some sweet tea and I’m in the mood to salivate.

Cause other than writing about what I’m going to eat, I didn’t read anything newsworthy other than the tragedy in China, I’m not pissed about anything enough to really care, and I’m used to McCain pissing on my beliefs in order to dick smoke, among others in a growing list, the climate change short bus riders.

And, oh yeah, I’m glad Sears has a lifetime warranty on their tools because I’m going to replace a pitchfork for the second time in 13 years.   Yawn.

Thank goodness though that my Skynyrd CDs arrived in the mail today so that I can see about annoying other drivers with some loud music.  Already on the iPod. 

Two more days and I get my Lynyrd Skynyrd CDs including the 14 minute plus version of Free Bird.  There is a discussion ongoing at The Hostages about bumper stickers.  What you see above is the decal I need to get for my truck.

On a car I had a few years ago I had a bumper sticker that accomplished exactly what it advocated:

I looked outside the front doors of where I work and saw a guy’s face turn purple with rage when he saw the bumper sticker.  He probably popped a blood vessel when Bush won re-election.  Hahahahaha!  Good times.

 

Rough draft of Obama photoshopped bumper sticker.  Suggestions?

Pajama Momma’s favorite bumper sticker:  Hey YOU!  Out of the gene pool!  Made me think of this scene from a funny movie.

Team Odumba revealed to the American public that there are 57 states in the Union.

I did not know that.  My memory is that when I was about seven years old the 50th state was added.  Maybe I missed something, kind of blacked out for a decade or two or three, but I don’t recall any additions of states during the intervening years.

Yesterday The Ticket broke the stunning news of America’s acquisition of seven, maybe eight, new states, according to future president Barack Obama.

He was speaking at the start of a two-day swoop through Oregon, which is already a state.

Maybe Barry was dreaming of Team Kerry’s Heinz election funding source and he was seeking some of that fag hag bag Teresa-something-Heinz-Kerry crazy election money.

Perhaps it is just Obama’s standard stump speech I saw on the news, but he spoke of McCain’s indorsement of “Bush’s failed economic policies.”  I guess Obama means the essentially full employment, low interest rate, and record home ownership rates [particularly among minorities] under Bush’s failed economic policies.  Yeah, in Obamay World those things are bad things.  Under Obama we need record unemployment, high interest rates, and minorities living under bridge overpasses in cardboard boxes feasting on moldy government cheese [scrape off the green stuff -- the cheesy good stuff is under there somewhere].  That way Obama will have something to do that he and his wife can make some serious jack at — organizing the unemployed, those burdened with high interest rates, and the homeless to demand more of the same from Slave Master O and his bitch Michelle.

Obama is a Marxist economic retard.

On its way to Sweet Home Alabama.  Lynryd Skynyrd [three CD box set] and Lynryd Skynyrd All Time Greatest Hits.  One of the CDs has the 14+ minute version of Free Bird.  I am so looking forward to annoying my neighbors and fellow motorists.

 

Toy.  Me want.

Pajama Momma says she wants some lesbosuction.  Kinda of sounds hawt!

Fifty-nine Google hits from that term in the past two days.

Totally stolen from Mrs. bmac who sent me the email:

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us ‘Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing  this big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.’

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle.

‘Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines, but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.’

Rosetta commented at bmac’s on FoxNews Bad:

Olbermann is a journalist like Jenna Jameson is an actress. They both pretend at the profession but at the end of the day it’s really just sucking a lot of dicks.™