Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Throne Speech, the Brassiere, and the Cat on the Roomba
Gawd. What a SCARY Godzilla of a day off.
The other day I was joking about my gay gorgeousness. But what I really meant to say was that I'm just glad I look so good without having to go to the gym five times a week like all my gay friends.
Even if I have to put on shades.... and turn down the lights.
But what I also didn't say was the reason I don't like going to the gym too much, is because I've always had this irrational fear about over developing my pectoral muscles.
And know I know why.
OMG. Or should that be Mammary Mia?
The only thing scarier than that was watching Stephen Harper's Throne Speech.
And realizing that he doesn't have a clue what to do.... or where this country is going.
Like a government-killing neocon who has run out history.
Or a cat on a Roomba.
Gosh. Wouldn't it be great if we could put a brassiere on Harper?
And put his rotten little Finance Minister Jimbo Flaherty on a Roomba....
And have it chased by a hungry hound.
Hey we'd still probably go bankrupt.
But wouldn't it be FUN?