Martinis in the corn crib? Don't mind if I do! (Click for bigger.)
OK, so I just spent the weekend in beautiful West Virginia at the gorgeous house and grounds of two of my favorite people on the planet. There was a fantastic party attended by all their fascinating, fabulous friends, so typical of the lovely, laid-back lifestyle of the state, and...
...oh, wait a minute; I'm totally not doing my part to keep West Virginia beautiful. The above was a typo; what I meant to say was OMG, West Virginia is such a hellhole! It's a hideous, blighted place, foresaken by God and marked by filthy trailors and nasty, gun-crazy, unpleasant rubes who will cut you as soon as look at you. Everybody should stay away so as to
Why not give the dog an exciting new dye-job with local berries? I'm sorry, that's just the way they swing in West Virginia. (Click for bigger.)
Whew! Anyway, so I come back and catch up on the blogs and I can't help but notice for the first time the hilariously unfortunate name of the co-author of Media Matters for America's latest weekly roundup. Seriously, folks, where is the cut-off line when, family pride and heritage be damned, you decide your surname is simply too embarrassing to keep around?
I mean, c'mon... Marcia Kuntz? How could you live with that name? She should honestly change it to something less snicker-worthy, like Tawny Snatch or Violet McTwat.
And how was your weekend?
5 comments:
Thank you for warning us away from the hellhole that is West Virginia, though it looks like you had an exquisite time nonetheless.
While you were away, a naughty little story involving congressional pages and IMs seems to have surfaced and I'm wondering how the Sparkling Pony is going to react to all this. The wider world awaits in breathless anticipation.
Have you contracted with Ralph Lauren? I see that he has engaged a Pink Pony for a worthy cause.
Here in Texas we serve martinis in measuring cups, too.
Saves those pesky returns to the bar for new rounds.
Well, thank goodness you explained what had happened to the dog. I thought he'd been stabbed for sure.
Hey! That's my dog and that's my corn crib! (Thanks for the great review - the party was a blast but the kudus go to the guests for making it such fun).
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