This one left me scrambling for the eye bleach. From Drudge:
I’ll go first…
“Checkout my beatbox! Yo! Hill is in da house, y’all! DeedooshaboppaboppaBINGchacka(UH!)chackaboppa…”
About Chef Mojo
Chef Mojo is Karl Bock, an actual chef of over 25 years of professional experience. He now specializes in the fine dining interpretation of the Southern cuisine of the United States. He practices his craft at an historic Inn in the city of Charlottesville, Virginia. He is most assuredly a Virginian, and will - as all good and upstanding Virginians will - establish his bona fides upon request. He has a particular love of the food of the Lowcountry of the Carolinas and Georgia, as well as the culture inherent to bringing this cuisine to the table. Because he actually works for a living, he has a low threshold for fools and the ignorant, and will treat them accordingly.
“Dammit, if you look at my tits, they’ll be the last thing you ever see!”
“You don’t wanna know what the other end’s plugged into, bub!!”
(Before I realized you were looking for captions, my first reaction to that pic was: Yaaa-a-ahhh!! Quick – a silver bullet! Put a wooden stake in it, fast as you can – if you can find its heart!! – if it even has a heart!!)
When that damned Moochelle said she wanted to eat my lettuce, I didn’t think she was talking about that….!
“No, I’m not going to play grandma on a remake of ‘The Waltons’, punk!”
Who let the Zombies out! Woof, woof.
I’ll get you, and your little dog, too. Hee hee hee hee hee.
Look at this nice shirt Chelsea made me with the fabric from a stained old couch Bill kept in the Oval Office.
Old Hilda is old
That’s a great picture of Christopher Walken in drag.
You shouldn’t insult Mr. Walken.
I said back at the beginning of 2008 that the stress was getting to her. Here’s what I said back then, with pictures illustrating her decline. Make sure you look at the last one.
That’s just mean, Billy. I feel sorry for not just Hillary, but all women who are held to a standard of maintaining an appearance of youth and, uh, potentiality against the onslaught of biological fate, while we men just become more “distinguished”.