I mean, it is a joke. A joke that, given a few more lies, a few Diebold machines, a few more lies, some hanging chads, some racist stupid people, and a malignant melanoma may mean holy war with Russia, but we'll freak out about that later.
In the meantime, I give you the Palin Baby Name generator, if you're wondering what folks would have called you if fate had been oh, so cruel. Me? I woulda been Chalk Revelations until I ran for my life.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
More laughing matters
Posted by Allison at 9:30 PM
Labels: politics, stuff that makes me laugh, stuff that makes my head explode, stupid people | Add to Del.icio.us
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Nice to meet you, Chalk Revelations. I'm Commando Coalfire. Ye gods.
You say you're commando? I find it hard to believe your mother lets you walk around without underwear. Then again, maybe we've discovered another flaw in abstinence education.
Chalk, I'm Shoulder Frontier or, worse yet, Bush Gator depending on who I claim to be at the moment. Good grief! But as long as I don't have to field dress anything . . .
There is just no good image that corresponds to Bush Gator.
Okay, one.
Not sure if you're supposed to use first and middle or last, so I tried both. Crutch Camp here, though I prefer Stick Freedom.
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