Pajiba

I watched an episode of Spaceballs on "G4" aka D-Bag TV yesterday.....let's just say I'd rather not talk about it.

Puppy mills are fucked up on all levels, hope the people there can pull it off.

Get your dogs from a respectable breeder folks or adopt one. Treat it with love.

then, you eat them...

So I think we all knew Spaceballs can't work without John Candy. And honestly, that movie is pretty bad. I understand the love of the movie. The good parts are GOOD. But you have to wade through so much crap to get there. Young Frankenstein for life.

I'm in the process of starting my own blog as a way of introducing myself to you all. I think it is important that my thoughts and beliefs become known simply to provide a roadmap to my inner thoughts.

Pookie, you will have an audience.

Wait, so I shouldn't have slogged through the first 4 volumes of A la Recherche du Temps Perdu? (oh yes I did. I had my reasons. I swear they weren't the usual pretentious ones.) I dunno. I have yet to start 5 again 'cause it was so damn dreary, but I kinda feel like the rest was worth it for volume 4: Sodom and Gomorrah, or as I like to think of it: "Hey everybody's gay! And not in the quaint 1920s sense either!" The bizarre, flaming, absurdly antisemitic Baron de Charlus has to be one of the most entertaining characters in literature. And there's a lot more sex than you'd expect (spoiler in the unlikely event anyone ever plans on reading this: Sodom and Gomorrah starts with the narrator spying on de Charlus getting it on with a neighbor. Not what you expect in a great literary work from the turn of the century).

I'm also in the process of starting my own blog as a way of seducing you all. I think it is important that my positions and morals become thrust upon you, simply to provide a roadmap to my inner thighs.

We too, are in the process of starting our own blog as a way of finding a suitable mate for us. I think it is important that our inner workings and criminal past be made aware to you, simply to provide testimony when we are inevitably apprehended by officials.

Is that clown video for real? It seemed like a put-on.

Clay Aikman is GAY!?!? ... no, I can't even pretend.

Oh, how I miss the 70s, if only for the unending carpeting and insane colors/color schemes and rooms that are done entirely in one color (that green living room? I'm doing that. And I'm not even kidding.).

Puppy mills are horrible. I worked for a pet supply for 9 years and learned alot about them. We would always refuse to sell anything to people who we knew ran them and warn customers looking for dogs away from those places.

If someone claims to be breeding more than one breed of dog (there was a local place that "specializ(ed) in Golden Retrievers, Pugs, Maltese, and Chihuahuas" among other breeds), they are running a puppy mill. Do not go there. Go to a breeder's location and check out all the dogs (eyes and ears will tell you a lot). Talk to your local pet store employees and veterinarians- chances are, they know, or know someone who does. Do your homework. Don't buy a dog from the mall pet store because you feel sorry for it-
that's what is keeping these people in business, and you will likely have a dog that is riddled with health problems. Even if you are looking for a specific breed, try some local shelters- you'd be amazed how many people spend ridiculous amounts of money on a purebred dog only to give it up (for myriad reasons, from boredom to health issues). Study up on breeds before you get one- Jack Russell terriers are not good with children, which you might think would be a great match, and the same goes for Dalmatians.

Sorry for joining Stacey on that soapbox, but I've seen some really sad things on that front, and I can't help helping those who can't help themselves. (I'm like Angel! Only slightly less masculine and vampiric.)

I am quite drunk right now (Im' in the middle of something which requires liquid courage, ok? GET OFF MY BAKC!) but I would like to say that if you all seriuosly start blogs (especially Pookie & Skits) that kinda public crazy will make me happy because then I wont' be the only one going publicly crazy. Most everybod y else is all normal adn awesome in their blog. We need more oeple willing to let their freak flags fly. I have no idea if Im making any sense by the wway.

Do you think it's possible to rape the Christianity out of someone?

They raped my Catholicism out of me, so I don't think it'd be a big problem.

Does consensual rape count? (make it extra sensual)

Stacy,

Call your Congress person and Senator(s) or anyone up for re-election. You are a vote, if registered, tell them that this is important to you and see where they stand.

Good Luck and hopefully something gets done for those poor creatures.

Where the hell is Che Grovera? Sarina just propelled herself into the Top 5 with a comment powered by Mad Dog 20/20.

Sarina, if you need a driver, I live in the TC. My impression is that you're beyond a 0.08.

you live here branded? I live here too. That's funny. Whihc part of here do you live?/

I... I live here... I live here too. We have to band together and...

Can you count, suckers? I say, the Cities are ours... if you can count! Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Sarina drunk on tequila. We've got branded offering rides. We've got Skitz basting a turkey. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?

As an ardent fan of literature so slow it feels like you've wasted your entire life reading it when, in fact, it only took you three hours to get through chapter one, I find that list of books not to read offensive. It's book-ended by two of the greatest novels of all time: Ulysses and Pride and Prejudice.

I feel like inviting my James Joyce and Jane Austen professors out for drinks and pinning that list up on a dart board so we could all get a good laugh, though not as good a laugh as we could get from Dubliners or Northanger Abbey.

"You know what? Clay Aiken's Gay. GAAAAYYY!"
Drop Dead Gorgeous! Stacey I Love You!
As I've said many a time, I was more shocked by the ending to The Sixth Sense then of hearing this news."

Well, I can't tell my Mum about Clay - she's still trying to get over John Barrowman.

No, not like that. He wouldn't like it. Because he's GAAAAAAYYYY!!!!! Apparently.

Being drunk turns Sarina into one of the Bluths.

"Look at banner Michael!"
"Why the comment footers black?"

Awesomeness.

Ok, this weekend I'm hitting this comment section with a vengeance. I WILL be drunk off my ass. We can only hope that my vomit will spell legible words.

ah, yes, avocado green appliances and shag carpet to match!

the authorities just busted a couple of puppy mills up in my neck of the woods (high desert, so. calif.). i have to say, the public response was truly amazing. it takes getting the word out there. so, good job, stace! i've got a family next door with pit bulls, they shuffle them in and out, and mistreat them terribly, but it takes hours for animal control to get here, and as long as the have less than X number of animals, they can't do anything.
the same goes for kittens and bunnys folks. and folks breed rabbits either for meat or show. 'nuff said.

Wait. How are you just now hungover? When the hell did you start drinking?

Sarina, you really need to put the Meyer books away.

Well, I won't make any guarantees but I will say that I am not getting you a promise ring. A girl told me about hers today and I stabbed her. I'm probably going to regret it.
Slim can be the condom if he brings Phil along for the *Bow Chicka Wow Wow*

I'm totally hanging out in the corner watching. With Phil.

(I have a little crush on Phil.)

I'm back! It's really hard to post when you're trying to keep up with the flow. There's also a quantum mechanics aspect where you don't want to disrupt the experiment by participating, and you also know that your mere presence is probably altering the flow.

Also, my name outside the Pajibaverse is Phil so my eyes are having a really hard time ignoring references to Slim's sidekick.

*Tips a wink at Anna, Cues up a sitcom style Woooo!*