Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader has decided to do a little link dumping. Please forgive him as he is phoning this one in.
He was reading over the Cranky Neocon’s website and noticed this post: Revenge Of The Stupid Lyrics V. Your Maximum Leader wonders how he could have missed volumes I-IV! Must agree, carrots in cake is an abomination against all humanity. Must disagree on Carmen - horny soliders are important lession for kids to learn.
Kilgore gives us warnings on how to name the new Washington baseball franchise. our Maximum Leader thinks the name should be Senators or Grays. But the name will likely be something stupid and silly, like the Foggy Bottom Boys.
The Big Ho… Next Exorcist. One day, one day soon, the power of Christ will compell him to prance naked through the halls of his school. Naked. Save for an ill-fitting lab coat.
Annika gone? Bad. Sad. Makes your Maximum Leader wonder…
Like a New Jersey deubtante with an “undiscovered gift” from the Mexican gardner who does her neighbour’s lawn, is Anna attempting to smother her baby blog again? Anna… Your Maximum Leader needs a fix. You are worse than crack woman! Start pushing again!
While talking about his favourite bad habits of the blogosphere… Sexy Sadie Mirth needs a man. Or two men. Or a man and a woman. For some reason, your Maximum Leader isn’t sure that two men and a woman would be enough.
The Acidman… Dancing… Heh. He still is better than your Maximum Leader.
Villainy indeed! BRD and Dr. Rusty teaming up? Yet another insidious plot by the good Doktor to get more site traffic. Here is a tip from your Maximum Leader to Rusty. Want more traffic. Post photos of Mrs. Shakelford’s fine can.
Aircraft cheesecake photos by JohnL. Beauty, eh?
Ally… You had me at High Calibre. Then your Maximum Leader read your post and lamented that you weren’t talking about guns… That is okay however. Your Maximum Leader hopes we all continue to deserve your readership.
Alas… This post isn’t helping keep anyone reading. It is definately not Scottish… Blame it on baseball…
Carry on.
