A where’s the fondue meltdown is like a WTF mashup only with the ooey gooey goodness that’s meant to be shared with friends over drinks, say, on karaoke night.
Come on! You know the words.
Now, let’s get this party started with some good news! I just got an email from my favorite scam scum that a $2500 same day deposit is approved. What am I gonna do now?
Go to Disney World? I don’t think so!!!
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Fast food chain proprietors don’t have to align their beliefs with mine. Celebrities who behave badly can still be entertaining. Even politicians vying for Asshat of the Year don’t matter to me. But dammit I draw the line at televangelists who can’t stifle their ludicrous, knuckle dragging, mind-blowingly backward, absurdly Akinesque remarks long enough to give a divinely inspired piece of advice on national television.
Seriously, Where’s The Fondue?
Here’s some advice: Dump the rat bastard, sister!!!!
This AP report by Jake Pearson states New Yorkers are furious over photos taken through apartment windows now for sale in a Manhattan gallery.
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Real Life Gallery’s GET A GRIP exhibit coordinator says caption was “foolish mistake.”
Excuse me, where’s the fondue?
Honie Briggs 
Handicapped tour guides, eh? That makes me cringe more than all the other stories combined. Plus, now I’m craving fondue. Thanks a lot!
People are sick and twisted. But still there’s fondue.
Scary to think that these will be the good old days in twenty years. Love that graphic. I seriously want some fondue now.
HA! Twenty years from now when Psy and Tiesto are spinning Al Gore rhythms at Madonna’s First United House of Hip replacement? Yeah, these are the good old days. What a wacky world we live in when the American Broadcast Company, Internal Revenue Service, and the 700 Club are hanging out together on the third rail.
Mashup time, wonderfully done. The world simply gets stranger and stranger, we are sucked up and sucked in.
what passes for news does suck, that’s for sure. it’s too funny not to sit back and wonder how our species has survived this long.
That’s the awful thing about life these days… the more you pay attention to what’s actually going on all around you, the more it makes you crazy.
I imagine that statement has been repeated throughout the ages and quite possibly explains the ever present need for happy hour. hmmm
your advice was right on–unlike the fool whose mouth was working but what is left of his brain wasn’t
maybe he forgot to take his Viagra.
fool!
Wow – nice way to congeal a whole lot of crazy in one post!
I swear, every day the headlines get more and more bizarre.