Whose that girl?

She has got to be one of the hottest chicks on television these days although she is not talked about a lot because she is in a science fiction series. But she has some impressive assets and is quite the babe.

She should have a better Agent to get her more high profile gigs and shield her from anonymity.

Whose that girl?

I hope Sixty takes precautions

You see the coronavirus hits the older folks with bad health first. So lets all be sure to follow the CDC advice and not shake hands, go outside or vote Republican. At least that's what Rod Rosenstein sister said to do.

She even distributed these masks to all registered Republicans. What could go wrong?

Panda sex with Charles Bukowski

Is a pillow a disciplinary form of some metaphor?
Any way I'm the one who's quite dead now
so please you wear the mask.
I have two to hide my head under?
Mumbling in her nasty girl hole some come calling sleep.
It was not long, after that, it became even longer.
Rolling over the moon and I found the arrow.
It rattled yet but still I found it broke.
And I hummed a song, from first to end,
I found it for the second time in the center of the friend.
It was virus that did the deed
but not the one I thought would be.

OH NO GODZILLA IS COMING!!!!!!!

"Oh no Mr Burr Godzilla is coming and he has the Chinky Flu"
"WHAT? Fuck that shit. I survived AIDS and spent ten years in a wheelchair and I be damned if I let the Hop Sing Crud get me. Get the fuck out of my way I am flying back to Key West."
"So sorry Mr. Burr but Godzilla is Japanese not Chinese."
"Iceberg Goldberg I don't give a shit. Get me a ticket to get the fuck out out of here you sushi sucking slant."
"So sorry Mr Trump say no airplanes from infected areas. You shit out of ruck whitey."
"Thank God I am dead already so this doesn't make any sense."

WKRLEM The second most fake Indian of all time!

Talk about your cultural appropriation.



Tom Jones thinks he's a black guy! Jeeez!

Marilyn's Diary

We never went to restaurants as a family very much. It was difficult. You see Grandpa was a vampire and Uncle Herman was a seven foot tall monster with bolts in his neck. So we kind of caused a commotion if we went out and we didn't like to cause any commotion or draw attention to ourselves. That never worked out well as my parents proved in that unfortunate episode with the townsfolk with the torches and pitchforks back in the old country.

The only exception was the once a year that Grandpa and Uncle Herman with go out with their banker. You see he was the one who gave us the mortgage on the Munster Mansion and the car loan so we could buy the Munstermobile. The only problem with them was that they were swingers. Now at this time Aunt Lily wasn't into that and they had to come up with something. So Uncle Herman would satisfy the wife and Grandpa would take the husband aside and suck his neck. Or something.

Anyhoo they were always upset when they came home. As soon as they came home Uncle Herman would grab me and take me to my room and start to prove why he was considered a cunning linguist.

You see the only time he like to eat out was when he was eating me out.

What can I say. I loved my Uncle Herman.

Aunt Becky gets F@cked really hard!

Lori Loughlin is in the news again as her attorneys are asking for discovery that might clear her. You remember her case? She was arrested for spending $500,000 to get her idiot kid into USC. Now she didn't do it like the old timey protestants or the Kennedy's did by buying a library or something. Instead she paid a hustler who couched it in the form of donations when it was really payoffs. What the scumbag FBI did was arrest the parents and made sweetheart deals with the scam artists and coaches and administrators who took the bribes. They just wanted some big names for the perp walk. It is just further  amplification of the degradation of the FBI.

I can't believe we are wasting our resources on this bullshit. Like the Roger Stone prosecution it is just a political process meant to destroy what makes America great! Aunt Becky!

It's funny. Hallmark dumped her immediately from their show "When Calls the Heart" and from her ubiquitous mystery movies. Well now the ratings for WCTH are in the toilet and they sort of miss her. I guess they have burned their bridges and can't bring her back. So I say they pump up the ratings and bring another famous aunt on board.

Silver Linings

Pope Francis has cancelled some activities after falling ill after he had expressed his solidarity with the sufferers of the coronavirus. There have been over 400 cases of the virus reported in Italy with 12 deaths reported. He had not come in contact with anyone specifically but has I am sure been in contact with many illegal immigrants in his audiences. He is a big proponent of unrestrained immigration which of course spreads disease like wildfire. Unlike the God Emperor the authorities in Italy did not close their borders and have a big problem on their hands.

All I can say is.....God moves in mysterious ways.

Just sayn'

To continue the meme... a couple of great puppies.

You have to sit through a minute of some dot head stuff but it's worth it!

WKRLEM: Mexicans just hate walls!

The original Jewish Mexican.

The Coronavirus is coming!

"Why have you come to our village Senor Calvera?"
"Why you ask stupid gringo? We come to infect your towns. My compardes and I have come to take all the jobs. The lawn mowing and grocery bagging and bakery jobs that teenagers used to get are being taken over by my people at half the cost of you gringos. No entry level allowed anymore so a teen can learn to be responsible. We are infecting the body politic. We are the Coronavirus!"
"But what do you do?"
"We deal in snot!"

On Unexpected Goodness, Coming and Going

After a family with two little girls decided the chocolate lab they’d purchased as a pedigreed puppy was too rambunctious for them, Action Jackson came to live with us. But not before MrM’s brother, who worked with a friend of that family, heard about them wanting to find their dog a new home.  Since the brother lived by himself and was missing the quiet old dog that had been his companion for years and did little but eat, sleep, pass gas, and quietly wait for him to come home, he decided to give Jackson a try.  Unfortunately for him and luckily for us his work required him to spent long hours away from home and he’d leave the young dog outdoors in his fenced-in back yard when he was gone. And there the action part of Jackson’s legacy was realized through barking, chewing on things and finding new ways to escape the fence and run.  The last time J managed to get out he was taken into custody by the local police and put in their holding tank after running around downtown (a mile from the house) and jumping up on one of the local police officers (from behind!), knocking him down.  When they finally managed to collar and contain him, they called the  brother (whom they knew from the coffee shop and previous escapes) and told him in no uncertain terms that something needed to be done with his dog.  A plan to take him to the pound was already underway when we received a call from MrM’s mom, who’d all along kept insisting he was a “lovely dog”, asking if we’d be interested in taking him.  We said yes and she made the two hour drive up to our house to deliver him that same day, (Feb 28, 2001) with MrM out of town and only myself and the Msons home to receive him.

That night, after he’d chewed up a brush, bit a hole in a bottle of shampoo and destroyed a shoe while temporarily confined to our utility room, I broke my ankle attempting to take him for a walk.  He was not accustomed to heeling and I knew nothing (yet) of how to encourage a dog to listen and walk alongside, so I put on my boots and we went flying off into icy darkness with the leash taut and him in the lead.  We’d made it past the first house and were rounding the corner on the slightly inclined sidewalk of the second when I hit black ice, slid into their driveway and fell, hearing and feeling my bone snap as I went down.  Unable to get up, but thankfully still holding the leash of an anxious and rambunctious dog who’d finally decided to sit,  I called home and reached the older SonM.  Although he hadn’t yet taken driver’s training or driven our van before,  I asked if he thought he could back it out of the garage and come find us.  When I saw the headlights heading straight for us,  fear kicked in with an “Oh Sh*t,  what if he doesn’t know how to stop in time and runs me over?” moment, but he did fine.  With his help I managed to get up and home to return the dog to the already decimated utility room before going to the hospital where the fracture was set with a stabilizing plate screwed to the bone.

 In time I recovered and so did the dog, who eventually learned to heel, loved being indoors and rarely left my side in the months that followed.  He turned out to be as lovely as promised and a good fit with our family.  We had ten wonderful years together. Recently, while going through the last of the boxes I’d packed for the move, I found the following written the day he died nine years ago. 

We let Jackson go at noon today.  The end came in a way I couldn't have imagined.  It flowed and included a measure of grace and dignity we were not expecting.  As I was heading for bed at 2:30 am, MrM was getting up saying he couldn’t sleep, so we sat together listening to J’s rapid breathing in the darkness, acknowledging the hard reality that we’d come to the point where we needed to do something soon, that day or the next at the latest.  What we weren’t clear on was how to go about the process of seeing it through.  We had an appointment scheduled with the cancer specialist for 11 and talked about not going before deciding I would try to get some sleep and MrM would go to work early, take off at ten, and we’d go together to the cancer doc to see what she had to say.

Yesterday, after DrD (our vet) made the lymphosarcoma diagnosis, he told me about a cancer vet who was tops in her field.  I was skeptical, not wanting to be talked into chemotherapy or more tests and intervention.  He assured me she was compassionate and very good at what she did.  He thought going to see her might help us have more clarity about what to do.  He even went so far as to schedule the appointment for us, which I let him do, though I wasn’t sure it was a good idea.  I didn’t want to needlessly spend more money or feel more guilt if we decided not to commit to treatment.

WKRLEM: This is where I learned my best dance moves!

I break it out at every wedding.

Until the wife punches me.

Did you really think that Bloomberg had a chance against the God Emperor of the Cherry Blossom Throne

Did you catch any of that debate the other night? Mini Mike Bloomberg got bitch slapped by the likes of that Dog faced Pony Soldier Pocahontas. He mumbled and stumbled and appologized. He couldn't explain away his NDA's with the women he had abused over the years. He couldn't debate with the losers in the Democratic Primary. How the hell is he going to debate Donald Trump

I am looking forward to this campaign. I think we are really going to enjoy it this time.