Jim Treacher's Blog That Is on the Internet

Exacly. Most every day you hear what's going on and your like huh you have got to be kidding me. Like when that lady killed the other lady who wanted to cut her baby out of her stomach and keep it I was like good night nurse I'm going to need more popcorn.

I dunno. I was planning this whole Valentine's thing with my Domestic Partner and I spent all of Saturday tramping around the wet grass as she walks her client's pets.

Then I log on in the evening and Eason Jordon's claiming that he, "disrespected the Bing," and he's taking a hit for the team.

Do you know how tough it is to go to the big, expensive dinner you're hosting in the resturant that sits on the cliff overlooking the water and make small talk for three fargin' hours and watch you mooching friends order double rounds of the appetizers and G&T's, knowing that you, buddy, are picking up the check, while inside you are dying to see what Treacher has posted?

Well, do you, Punk?

I never would have thought I'd see the day the left started complaining about gay prostitutes in the White House. What will tomorrow bring?

Kos and Pat Robertson, skipping hand in hand through the grass and wondering how to bring the hellfire of God's wrath down on Jesusland?

Raines BOOM, Rather BANG, Jordan CRASH! Hehe.

Don't Democrats realize the election is over and they don't have to overwhelm the public with their unimpressiveness as a group anymore? They need to unimpress us individually if they are to acheive greatness.