Frozen Tootsies may be one of the few bloggers who does not claim to give a fuck about the environment. Well, except as it affects her own personal comfort.
So it’s no surprise that Frozen Tootsies was not excited to receive an invitation to a special screening of this movie:
Once known as the “California Riviera,” the Salton Sea is now called one of America’s worst ecological disasters: a fetid, stagnant, salty lake, coughing up dead fish and birds by the thousands. Yet a few hardy eccentrics hang on to hope, including a roadside nudist waving at passing European tourists, a man building a religious mountain out of mud and paint, beer-loving Hungarian Revolutionary Hunky Daddy, and the real-estate “Ronald McDonald” known simply as The Landman. Through their perceptions and misperceptions, the strange history and unexpected beauty of the Salton Sea is revealed.
“Strange”? You bet your fluffy little tail. Frozen Tootsies does not plan to waste an evening looking for “unexpected beauty” in a film about a place that sounds like a total hellhole. The armpit of the world.
Rats. The cat’s out of the bag about the plan for squirrel world domination. It’s here for just anybody to see.
Huh. Bigoted bastard. Is there a government official to whom Frozen Tootsies may complain about this?
Mist 1 has the right idea for her bedroom paint. Solves the curtain problem too.
See? Watching HGTV does too make you smart.
Frozen Tootsies has more experience working in offices than you might expect from a rabid squirrel ho.
In the course of this wasted life, FT has shared air space for eight hour shifts with some real head cases. It was hard to stay cool about the antics of these bimbos, idiots, psychos, losers, and morons. ‘Cos they were like, you know, in OUR space, OK?
Makin their nonstop stupid personal phone calls, gettin their ugly shorts in a knot over nuthin we could figure out, stealin our lunch from the fridge (oh YEAH baby you know it’s true), whinin all the time, showin up late because they have like children, leaving early because one or another of their spawn has to go to juvie court. And BRINGING the kids to the OFFICE, for hours.
And how come they were ALWAYS the ones with car trouble all the time? And money problems? And ten to one were the ones who would come in – eventually – on a Monday all high and happy from buying a big new fuckin TV or boat or timeshare. On credit of course. You know. All that shit.
Well, one poor innocent co-worker has been blogging about such a co-worker from hell, at The Chronicles of Bleh. Bless the blogger’s little heart and opposable thumbs.
Read – and bookmark – that blog.
Now. Whatcha waitin’ for, a bus to come by?
Look, just go there now. You want to be hunted down by a rabid squirrel ho?
Huh. Didn’t think so.
Frozen Tootsies can’t stand Jerry Lewis. Never could. Even as a kid. Never laughed at his frenetic performances, only cringed. Adore cable TV because it gives us something to watch instead of his Labor Day barf-a-thon.
Now he’s put his ugly foot in his fucktard mouth. Said a bad word on camera. Is in big trouble.
Sure, this shows how an unforgiving world can cast somebody into permanent disgrace over a single bad word instantly retracted. Which some say is a bad thing.
But this is Jerry Lewis. It’s a good thing in this case. He’s an annoying turd. Who shoulda retired long ago.