Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Avoiding election coverage with bitchy girly-men

Flipping channels and I caught the end of Manhunt on Bravo. This is that show searching for a male supermodel. They were booting the dudes that didn't make the cut. I called LabKat so she could revel in young hot males. She and I giggled like schoolgirls as we watched this one faggoty-dude start weeping and asking the cameraguy to stop filming him because he was so upset.

Oh God. This guy would probably want to cuddle after sex, too. Oh no, she says feigning sensitivity, you are just using me for my body. Well, yeah, dumbass. Why else would I want to fuck you? Get out of my bed.

More giggling.

We like our men hairy, sweaty and scratching their nuts every now and then. A burp for good measure. The metrosexuals are fun to watch and stuff a dollar bill in their undies now and then. But give us JS and Army of Dad any day.

Back to Fox news network. Brit Hume has a frog in his throat. Give that man a glass of water. And, the networks couldn't help it ... they're projecting.


  • At 10:46 PM, November 02, 2004, Blogger Jenny said…

    LOL! I'm laughing so hard right now. I'm with you, I like my men manly.

  • At 8:13 AM, November 03, 2004, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey darlin' [scratches nuts] I just turned the heater on high and I'm sweating while [burp!] I comb out my back hair.

  • At 8:20 AM, November 03, 2004, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Aw, Kat ... I'm sorry, but it means you're still reading him! LOL

    And, oooh, where is that manly man with the heat turned up? If you have a remote in your hand, it means you're the perfect man. Wait, it sounds like AoD ....

  • At 8:41 AM, November 03, 2004, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You know I wouldn't have the heater on high.

    Army of Dad

  • At 8:58 AM, November 03, 2004, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    That is how I knew it wasn't you!

  • At 9:10 AM, November 03, 2004, Blogger Gadfly said…

    I did the "metrosexual" thing a while back and clippered all my body hair down just long enough to where it wouldn't be bristly. Then I wound up in bed with the only woman left in the Western world who loves chest hair. I was instructed to never EVER do that again.

    So I farted under the covers and gave her a "Dutch oven"

  • At 2:54 PM, November 03, 2004, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Uh, [hesitates to ask] what the hell is a "Dutch Oven" (assuming you don't mean the camping equipment)?


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