--- Foul.
And I don't use that word in some sports-related way. I mean, eeeeeew! Gross!
Almost makes you feel sorry for Britney, huh? Except for the fact she'd
probably lap it up.
On a related aside, what exactly is it about Hugh Hefner, besides his
money and the potential for fame and fortune he can offer, that makes
him attractive to women? I just don't get this one. He's a whore. A
Viagra popping whore who claims he just loves beautiful women. Gag. If
Hugh was a woman, and claimed he/she just loved beautiful men, and kept
a bevy of them on display and exploited them in his/hers magazine, we'd
call that woman what she is: a whore; an exploiter. But Hugh gets a
pass because he's just so darn charming and everyone loves him. I just
don't get it. Call a spade a spade. He's a exploitative whore. He uses
women for his own jollity, but because he's loaded, has a nice mansion,
and a magazine, well, he's off the hook. He's not called a pimp.
Haven't seen many bunnies filing sexual harrassment suits against him,
have you? It seems to me that if you pose in his magazine and aren't
attached to someone rich and famous, well, it's your job to sleep with
Hugh. Hugh seems to expect it. Why doesn't OSHA go and examine that workplace infraction, huh? What about the EEOC? Or has Clarence Thomas left them no high ground for them to work with?
Ugh. He just bugs me. Beyond repair.
--- And we have more silly Germans today.
What the hell was he thinking? Going to a salon to cut his own hair?
DUH! If you're there, have a professional do it. I'm sure if they'd
paid to have their hair done, the woman wouldn't have turned him in.
Duh. Besides, he probably could have gotten a nice color job and a
manicure while he was at it. --- I think this would be a sign ---direct from God--- that it's time to stop stealing stuff.
--- The guy Pete used as a runner to his bookie has
some interesting things to say.
Just give up Pete. Nobody's going to let you into the Hall of Fame.
Baseball can't afford to do so. Just fade into obscurity. You weren't
that good of a ballplayer anyway, you thug.
---The husband is up and down today. His fever was 102 when he woke up,
but we've battled it back down to normal---we'll just have to see if it
stays there. Tip for the day about dealing with men who are laid up
with a cold or the flu: when they stop whining, it's time to take them
seriously. If they're whiny, leave them be. But if they're really quiet
and sleeping all the time, that's the time to worry about how ill they
actually are.