Who's Americas Next Top Model???

Staying true to my word, here it is....

Who will it be?? And will Jomama be the only person that answers this post too?

Who's Americas Next Idol?

Since I got called out for not contributing to this blog....this is me contributing.

Does anyone watch Idol?

I'm addicted. Embarrassing, but true. I love Katherine and Chris and loved Kelly too, just cause she was a loveable country girl!

Am I fired now, just for this post??

P.S. Stay tuned for tomorrows post...Who will be...Americas Next Top Model!!

A spicy new world

Hee hee, I'm writing on Blogger for the first time in months!

It's like going home and finding out that the roll of wintergreen Lifesavers that you hid in the bookshelf is still there!

I should mention that I really like wintergreen. If it's done well. Some wintergreen has no bite. There's a brand of wintergreen candy-canes that my mom was so excited to buy when I was a kid, because she knew that I loved the flavor. Christmas finally rolled around, I got to take one of the candy-canes off of the tree, and... meh. It sorta tasted like the same mint, but it was bland and dull.

Like a "spicy" chicken sandwich from any of the fast-food joints. There's even a commercial where a guy's breathing fire and setting off the sprinklers in his cube farm from the heat of his sandwich.

Have you ever tasted one of these? I guess middle America thinks that pepper (as in plain, black ground pepper) is hot. Caliente, even!

Jeebus Criminy, I live in a country where half the population thinks that jalapeño is the hottest flavor out there! In fact, I have a theory: people who breathe fire from Wendy's chicken sandwiches probably vote republican. Yeah, I know that a lot of peppers should be around Texas, but I doubt the average Montanan or Utahian is expirementing with habeneros.

My wife's paternal side comes from the Midwest. Culinary daring-do out there is placing a slice of cheese on apple pie. Something tells me that there aren't a lot of Thai restaurants in BFE, Arkansas.

One of my friends is Vietnamese. When we were in high school, we used to place these little, unpronounceable, bright-red chili's into our Monday Night Football nachos. They would make your eyes water, your brow sweat, your balls drop, your throat clench and later, much later, your ass burn like Satan himself was giving you a rimjob.

What's my point?

Despite the herculean effort of Reese, this blog has seen better days. I'm wondering if we shouldn't infuse it with new blood? OF the founding members, only 3 have posted, well, irregularly at best. There are a couple of to be nameless contributors whose posts I can count on one hand.

But that's cool - maintaining one blog is hard work, especially considering that we've all been around for over a year. We all win the Dork award for Longevi-dorkiness. I'm not trying to single anyone out (especially my own post-negligent ass).

I'm calling for a new direction, perhaps. A new blog with new contributors. Something to work on, which will receive more than 3 hits a day (those are all mine, by the way).

Speaking of which, who removed my Blogpatrol counter? Hmm? I'm going to turn my back, and I expect it to be reinstated by the time I turn around.

Or I'll talk to Satan about rimjobs for all'y'all.

Your Latest TomKat Alert...

The Blogger Coooler...keeping you up to date on Tom Cruise's madness. The latest?


Tom Cruise plans on eating the placenta that comes out of Katie.


No, it's not a rumor and it comes straight from Tom's mouth, so to speak.


"I'm going to eat the placenta. I thought that would be good. Very nutritious. I'm going to eat the cord and the placenta right there."

Here's an article about it.


Again, I repeat...Katie please...


RUN, BITCH, RUN!!!!

TomKat Alert!!!!

Tom Cruise...


"First the baby, then the film. Then, in the summer, we want to get married. I won’t let this woman get away.”


You hear that, Katie? It's the sound of the maximum security lock being placed on your prison door. I know you're about to drop a lizard baby on us a la "V," but now is the time to run.



Run, bitch, run!!!



Run for your life!!!!!