They Call Me Dilbert
GAWD. I haven't seen a comic so on point in a long time. Of course, I haven't had a moment to puruse the funnies in forEVAH, so that may explain things. Yesterday I killed more trees than a body has a right to and I'm sure the eco police will come and get me. "BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!"
Oy. This working for a living SUCKS EGGS.
I'm still amused at the thought of me and Uccellina engaged in a Celebrity Deathmatch-style boob-off. I'll have Laurie Ann be my second (because she's equally boobalicious), and Ms. K can be the judge, since she can't keep her eyes off breasssts anyway.
Sigh.
I wish it would stop being so stinking HOT.
posted by MonkeyGurrrrrl @ 9:45:00 AM
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I get to be Uccellina's second!
Wait. Can I compete if I only got boobs because of the bambino? THEY MAKE MILK!
Yeah, but squirting someone in the eye with breastmilk is a foul.
Or maybe it's just foul.
We'd better keep this quite or Bush will send troops to the Farmer's Market next Thursday to look for the WMD--Weapons of Mass Distraction.
If I lived in LA, I would so sign up to be an alternate in case one of the seconds can't make it.
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