An Itty-Bitty, Not-Too-Witty Ditty.
(Sung to the tune of “Let it Snowâ€)
Oh the weather outside is shitty,
And I’m all fresh out of witty
But I’m happy because I know
It ain’t snow, it ain’t snow, it ain’t snow.
That is all.
(Sung to the tune of “Let it Snowâ€)
Oh the weather outside is shitty,
And I’m all fresh out of witty
But I’m happy because I know
It ain’t snow, it ain’t snow, it ain’t snow.
That is all.
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Here’s a little bitty, “heh”.
Comment by Joan of Argghh! — December 11, 2008 @ 10:28 pm
You’re right… it’s ice!
Comment by MikeR — December 11, 2008 @ 11:43 pm
Jimbo:
We have snow here in Colorado and it’s feeling like a classic Colorado Christmas! And to add icing to the cake…the auto bailout went down in flames tonight. I’m sipping scotch on the rocks and indulging in woody-popping fantasies of future liberal social agenda crap being swiftly squished by some real republicans or conservative senators hoisting up their nuts with ooomph!
Comment by Lee — December 12, 2008 @ 1:20 am
Honestly, I’d much rather have it 25 and snowing than 35 and raining.
Comment by Mr. Bingley — December 12, 2008 @ 11:14 am
Look out, Jimbo! They’re going after Blago on the basis of his great farookin’ hair.
First they came for the bald people, and I said nothing…
Comment by Joan of Argghh! — December 12, 2008 @ 2:09 pm
Blago’s hair…it’s…just all wrong. Who in their right mind would even sport such a goofy, outdated ’80s-looking coif?! Hairboy, you listen to me, I have never steered you wrong, ever…I have never lied to you: You, my friend, are a dooshbag, of that there is no doubt, but you do have great farookin’ hair, and that crooked dillweed Blowjobevic has got absolutely nothing on you and your Magnificent Mane.
Comment by Erica — December 12, 2008 @ 9:45 pm