Kate has the Letter of the Day kicked off. I'm game:
C is for Coons. And Crosswise, as in Phillip has switched his mug again. It's also for Catherine Zeta-Jones, his Hottie of the Day.
C is for CaughtintheXfire. 'Nuff said.
C is for Clueless. As in, where's my frigging remote?
C is for Caught a break. Not to worry. They'll stone her eventually for eating Pop Rocks when our backs are turned.
C is for Cute. As in Matthew.
C is for Can't Open Lileks. What the fuck?
C is for Can't open Sugarmama. What the fuck?
C is for Cookies. As in, why does my white ass have to pay more for cookies?
C is for Colonials. As in, Laura is a Colonial in Great Britain, and she's Claustrophobic about Crossing the street.
C is for Crap. . And wreaking havoc. And Cussin'.
C is for Caustic wit.
C is for Consternation. Allah is not amused.
C is for Cross-eyed. THAT is freaky shit.
And for the bonus round, unlinked C's: Cossacks Castrate Crazed Chechens' Cocks and Cast their Carcasses into the Caspian. The Russians don't do too many things right, but they deal with Islamofucks pretty well.
Oh thanks! Matthew will love knowing that he's part of your post. ;)
Posted by: Gennie at September 26, 2003 12:34 AMMy site was down yesterday? Blame those folks at blog*spot!
Posted by: sugarmama at September 26, 2003 2:47 PM