Who dat is

 

Oh, screw WordPress. They must be having some problems. Maybe it’s just my karma katching up. Whatever. The “about” page link isn’t working. That’s the one that says “Who Dat” – if you are still hungover from Saturday night and those synapses are too soggy to snap.

Here’s what the page says, in case you can’t see it when you click:

Boilerplate that came with this page: “This is an example of a WordPress page, you could edit this to put information about yourself or your site so readers know where you are coming from.”

Oh really? How friendly. But not likely.

As if anybody reading this gives a flying goat’s fart where I’m coming from, or going to, or was last weekend.

UPDATE:  I deleted the whole “about” or “who dat” page.  It was just too damn much trouble.

Was that a high-heeled shoe on that foot in her mouth?

‘Cause I bet there were some bitchin’ hot high heels kickin’ on a certain female barrister’s rear.  HT to the Zipster for this one.  Can’t top her “jaw dropping duncery” title, either.

From England, a May 17 news story that left me speechless.  Me, speechless?  Yeah, it happens.  As follows:

A barrister provoked outrage yesterday by claiming that the victim of an alleged gang rape was so fat she would have been ‘glad of the attention’.

Sheilagh Davies, defending one of three boys accused of raping two girls, said the 16-year-old girl had ’slimmed down a lot’ since the alleged attack.

She told Inner London Crown Court: ‘She was 12st 6lb – not quite the swan she may turn into. She may well have been glad of the attention.

Also, thanks to the Zipster for the information that 12 stone, 6 pounds = 180 pounds.

This was said by a barrister, in the United Kingdom, in open court, in the 21st Century.  A woman barrister.   God.  

In case “porn star” is on your list of career options

Well, why not?  It pays better than teaching a bunch of rude ignorant drugged up kids in an average US public school. 

And if your physical attributes need a little improvement, you can get boob jobs, lipo, face restructuring, and this. 

Ain’t modern medicine wonderful?

So you want warm and fuzzy?

Steal a puppy.

Adopt a couple of kittens.

Quit shaving. Or waxing. Whatever.

And don’t be asking where you should quit shaving/waxing. That’s your business, hon. Not for discussion with strangers on the Internet.

Does your mother know you were asking that here?

Oh. She’s the one who posted those pictures of her favorite bikini wax?

Damn, hon.

Now I just don’t know what to say.