I can’t do 365

I’m supposed to be blogging every day for the Blog365 thing. I have already failed miserably. Didn’t take long either. I’m sorry to Team Gorilla Sushi, though. I wasn’t available to drop yesterday and, sadly, I didn’t receive many cards. Perhaps I should advertise? Hmmm…

My darling Jon Stewart is back on tv. I don’t know when it happened, with the writer’s strike I’ve been avoiding most programming like the plague1. Last night I happened upon TDS and thought “I haven’t seen it too much, so I’m sure I can handle some reruns.” I was fiending2 for my shit, man! At any rate, there was something slightly off about the whole. It was almost like they didn’t know any funny jokes. WTF?

Well, DUH! No writers.

Anyway, it got a little funny when they were reminiscing about Clinton’s blowjob and what Jon looked like back in the day. At one point he was wearing what I can only describe as a stripeless zoot suit. That was funny. Oh, and seeing The Blowjob revisited during the Hillary Clinton campaign just lit my fire. No, I don’t really give a flying fuck in two consenting adults had oral relations, but I’d love to see Hillary lose. So, bring on Monica!

Also, at one point Samantha Bee was doing her thing and who joins in the fun? My guy, Dennis! She had him ordering her some Mexican food with “sour cream on the side. Do you hear me, Kucinich? Sour cream on the side.” Then she gets her shit. Oops. No sour cream. “What the fuck is this?” Mwahaha!! I love Samantha Bee. I really love that Dennis was featured. Unfortunately, it seems that being part of a TDS skit is, um, well, the kiss of death. My guy, Paul Hackett, was featured once and sadly didn’t make it to the Senate.

What do you mean you don’t care about this shit? Holy shitballs, people, what do you want from me? I’m not a miracle worker, for gods’ sake!

In other completely non-related matters, Miz Uv joined the EC bandwagon. Now, everyone get your happy asses over there and drop a card on her. Word.

  1. Thanks to all that’s good and holy for U.S.A. Network, Discovery Channel, and the Intertoobs. A-men. []
  2. That’s the definition, darlings []

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