I don’t want to do this, but I’m gonna
Ann Coulter. Why? Why? She’s crazy, but she’s on television, she has her own website and she says the most outrageously hateful things. She’s not provocative and I’m nearly convinced that she’s actually a man. Or at least she used to be. She’s got an Adam’s apple…come to think of it so does Deborah Norville. Hmmm.
Also, you’ve never seen Ann Coulter and RuPaul in the same room together. Nor have you seen Coulter and many of the fine racehorses in our country in the same place at the same time. Food for thought.
In other news: I have been remiss in sharing the love. My newest pal Sassy has been a faithful reader/commenter and all around good egg. Check her out. I’ve gotta figure out how to put that girl blogger thingy on my site.
I would appreciate any input. I’m nearly 100% positive that my pal Angie is about to slap me right about now. Poor kid.
So, any of you bloggers out there lurking who have info on how to improve the look of my blog…let’s hear it. But speak slowly…I’m not terribly bright.
Roberta? HELP! (heh, that was a good one. see what I did there?)
Yep, this is shameless. I care not.
Back to the show…I saw Ann Coulter’s pathetic ramblings when Elizabeth Edwards phoned in. Is there a bigger waste of skin on the planet than this Coulter?
It was suggested the next time she’s scheduled to be on a ‘call in’ type show that we flood the switchboards with ‘Ann WHO?’ type calls.
Hmmm. I wish I had that kind of time. Or the inclination. I’m just going to pay a third grader to call her names and throw water balloons at her.
Immature? Yep, but so is Ann Coulter.
Good day.