Archive for October 4th, 2008

Hustler Shooting Sarah Palin Porno Entitled “Nailin’ Paylin”

 

You nasty Internets. All of you clamoring for a Sarah Palin porno, here it comes. Apparently going to be a lesbian scene between the Sarah Palin look-a-like and Nina Hartley, playing Hillary.
Hustler Magazine is Making a Sarah Palin Porno. Aint it a whacky world?
Hustler Magazine is Making a Sarah Palin Porno. Ain’t it a whacky world?

You know it’s gonna make some moolah. 

Pr0n star and exotical dancer Lisa Ann will play Palin in the forthcoming masterpiece.

Lisa Ann plays Palin. I dont see that much of a resemblance, but I suppose with her hair up and some glasses and a rural Alaskan accent, shell do all right. You betcha!

Lisa Ann plays Palin. I don’t see that much of a resemblance, but I suppose with her hair up and some glasses and a rural Alaskan accent, she’ll do all right. “You betcha!”

Of course, the Internets is all classy about Sarah Palin and her porn debut.

 

What’s Up With The WordPressers This Fine Morning? Sarah Palin’s Ear Wax? Seriously?

The Google is boring this morning, except for OJ, already covered. So what’s big and fancy in the WordPressing blogosphere this mornings?

Shailene Woodley, Secrete Life Hottie? Um, yeah, if youre into 12-year-olds in quilted silk garbage bags, I guess.
Shailene Woodley, Secrete Life Hottie? Um, yeah, if you’re into 12-year-olds in quilted silk garbage bags, I guess.

OceanUpped says Shailene Woodley is a Secret Life Hottie. Even though she’s apparently not old enough to drive, and is wearing her grandmother’s purse. 

 

Sarah Palin! Its a Conspiracy!
Sarah Palin! It’s a Conspiracy!

 And you’re all on about Sarah Palin. What does Sarah Palin have in her frappin’ right ear? Are you kidding me? Excuse me, I think your tin-foil hat is askew, my blogojournalistic friend. Palin calls Obama critics reckless, while Obama confesses that Palin is, in fact, unbelievable hot for a governor.

The Fox Forum says Palin won the debate. I already told you that she won it before she did. And I was right.

Carl Cameron Interviews the post-debate Palin, in which Palin proves (again) she’s the better candidate for president, superior to McCainiac, Obamarama and Good Ol’ Joe Biden.

Any of you out there have children? Are you tired of Club Penguin? This non-sequitur of a top post on the WordPresses remind me that I am tired of Club Penguin.

It’s Saturday. I’ve got shiznits to do. I’ll be back later this afternoon or tonight, peoples.

Stay classy, Internets. Or don’t. It’s up to you.

The OJ Simpson Verdict Reached: Johnny Cochran Dead, OJ Guilty as Sin

Apparently, this time the glove fit. While there was no incredibly incriminating, obviously guilty slow-motion chase in a white Bronco, a lack of Johnny Cochran clearly took its toll.

 

What? Me Guilty?
What? Me Guilty?

He apparently was entitled to some sports memorabilia. And, after he turned out to be blood spattered and running away but yet somehow innocent in the accidental double-murder of his wife and her good friend (who was naked), Ron Goldman, he should have taken to life in government-subsidized housing (like, from Fannie Mae) and lived out his days in relative poverty . . . instead of trying to steal shizzle to sell and end up going to jail. Seriously, what kind of maroon does something like this?

He ain’t as bad as Andrew Sullivan. But he’s close.

In others news, you searching on things like common factors, morse code, and lots different song lyrics. You can’t understand what them crazy kids is sing-a-lingin’ in that supposed music of theirs, either, huh? I’m guessing “common factors” and “morse code” (which a lot of you were misspelling as morris code–don’t they teach you nothin’ in school anymore?) were trivia questions on some TV show or radio contest. Your collective spontaneous interest in them otherwise makes no sense.

You know, I don’t watch it, but did Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader come on last night? Those sounds like the kind of subjects Mr. You Might Be a Redneck touches on.

Andrew Sullivan on About Sarah Palin and His Trig Trutherism

Internets, you is crazy, but this mugger-fugger takes the frosted cake. 

Sarah Palin and Trig in a Grocery store, which Sarah Palin also faked (there are no grocery stores in Alaska). Andrew Sullivan is certifiable, peeples, and someone oughta get around to it.
Sarah Palin and Trig in a Grocery store, which Sarah Palin also faked (there are no grocery stores in Alaska). Andrew Sullivan is certifiable, peeples, and someone oughta get around to it.

Andrew Sullivan is on about his Trig Trutherism, saying Sarah Palin faked her pregnancy, Trig Palin isn’t her child, and Sarah Palin personally planned 9/11, the economic crash and–guess what?–you can see her on the Zapruder film

To quote:

Now, when are we going to get some record of Trig’s birth and parentage from the hospital or the doctor? It’s been over a month now and still nada. Some basic record confirming Palin’s eight-month special needs pregnancy, amiocentesis[sic], labor and birth would be immensely easy to find and release – even off the record – to news organizations.

Oh. My. Religious Deity of Your Choice. And, yeah, I [sic]ed him, even though I occasionally find magical new spellings for words. You know why? Because he’s such a fargo lunatic about this magical-mystical-conspiracy bullcrap and he can’t even spell the damned word for the truthiness he’s demanding from the McPain camp.

Seems he’s convinced Sarah Palin faked her pregnancy to cover up for daughter Bristol Palin. It’s what we call in the blogosphericals Trig Trutherism.

He also thinks Sarah Palin’s accent and folksiness are faked. What a nin-cow-poop. What a maroon.

Yah, that’s me channeling Bugs Bunny. But what other answer to a gem like Andrew Sullivan, except the great Bugs Bunny.

Andrew Sullivan has flipped his lid. Hes also a creep Palin stalker and if there was a such thing as a restraining order for Internet blogonuts, hed be right in line for one.

A Bugs Bunny might say: Andrew Sullivan has flipped his lid. He's also a creepy Palin stalker, and if there was a such thing as a restraining order for Internet blogonuts, he'd be right in line for one.

Or, as Daffy Duck would explicate: He’s despicable.


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