Last week while gardening I got bit by a poisonous spider on my left thumb. My hand swelled to the size of Donald Trump’s head. I know, I know. I’m picking on the guy. But when I have such juicy material to work with, I simply can’t resist.Anyway, when the swelling appeared to cut off my circulation, I drove myself to the emergency room. At this point my hand was as hot as a fire iron and crimson red. I can’t tell you how scary and painful it was. Long story short, I’m now typing this blog with one less thumb.
Okay, okay, I’m lying. Need I remind you I said you won’t believe this? Well, I wasn’t lying about that. Unless you actually fell for my story and felt bad I lost my thumb. In that case, I’m sorry you’re gullible. Continue reading
As you probably know by now, I find many things to be ridiculous. As long as humans roam the earth, there will always be a steady supply of ridiculousness to blog about. Being imperfect souls, we do stupid, sometimes repugnant, often perplexing things that make me scratch my head and sayBILL COSBY
Come on people! If anyone out there still has the slightest doubt he’s a sexual predator disguised in the body of a successful comedian, something is probably seriously wrong with them.
To date, 52 women have accused Cosby of sexual assault. That’s 52! Does the district attorney think all those women conspired to frame the man? If so, the DA obviously doesn’t know women. It’s tough enough to get 12 ladies to show up for Bunco once a month, let alone have 52 conspire to ruin a person’s life. Besides, last month Cosby admitted that he did in fact drug women to have sex with them. Am I mistaken or isn’t that called rape?
So long, pervert