First of all she was really tired of hearing football fans complain about how bad the Packers were this season. Once they lost to the lowly Giants it was time to give up the ghost already.
Then there was the constant political talk about the Governor and how he was on the verge of indictment when he had just won a hotly contested recall election. There was one tubby sweat stained wretch who stood in line every day for his latte and spouted off nonsense that the "John Doe" investigation would lead to the Governor going to jail next week. That and how to properly prepare road kill were his two topics of conversation. It was enough to make you puke.
Madison Wisconsin was a tough place to live when you are a normal person with a normal nuclear family. You know. Husband. Wife. Children. Most of the ultra-liberals were more concerned about their kids than their children. If they had any that weren't aborted.
So when this frizzy haired patculi oiled Womens studies professor started ranting about rape she tried to tune it out. But suddenly she got interested. You see it seems that her dog was raped in the local Madison dog run. Some derelict with grass stained overalls was caught with her mutt. Her blind mutt. The perp managed to run away but the dog lay whimpering and moaning with a distended anus and twisted nipples. She couldn't understand how someone could do that to her puppy.
Caroline had to set her straight. "I have seen this before" she said. "I think he took her by surprise."
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Blinded By The Light
Was reading a news story earlier about a guy that would drug his neighbor's dog and go a little humpty humpty with it once it was looped.
You figure that's how Meade got Annie too, date rape drugs?
Speaking for myself I would have to take a couple of roofies before trying to nail her, that's for sure.
There is that.
Now that's just bad. From every angle. Bad to the bone. Take your breath away bad. Trooper York bad. Flaming bad. As chum and checkmate, it's a whopper!
Yesterday while cooking, I was regaled with the story of the Exploding Whale (prior to the post showing up at TOP about it). Apparently the 50 year old news video had been making the rounds on other blogs earlier in the week where it sufficiently impressed the SonsM, enough so I received a graphic description of the amount of dynamite and flying blubber involved, followed by an invitation to watch the video and hear it happen.
Just after doing so, I was pushing stuff around in the top shelf of the cupboard attempting to find something and had turned around to look elsewhere when I heard a huge explosive bang behind me. Apparently my scrabbling around had left the giant bottle of Olive Oil from Sam's too close to the shelf edge and it had fallen out to land on an empty glass dish with a loud bang, giving it a spin and sending at least a quart of olive oil spewing and blubbering everywhere in my very own kitchen rendition of Exploding Whale. I was definitely taken by surprise.
" ...the dog lay whimpering and moaning with a distended anus and twisted nipples. She couldn't understand how someone could do that to her puppy. "
The great thing about the internet is that almost any question can be answered with a video somewhere and enough details to choke on. Her answers are out there.
Eaaugh!
Sixty should write some of these excerpts. He helped edit and gets an acknowledgement from my bride. Although they just started walking upright in his neck o' the woods, Sixty is well advanced.
Come back, garage! garage. Come back!
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