Don't even

You know what I hate more than anything?

A sore loser.


"Oh baby, let's play Wii Tennis!"

Do I mind that means that I lose? No. I know that I am going to. I know know that it is inevitable. Why? Fun Daddy has figured out how to play Wii Tennis and was a Junior U.S. Open Player.

I accept my loss with dignity and accept every little victory that I can get as a plus.

And alll is good

What isn't good?

When we play Wii golf.

Neither of us have any experience. But I figured it out.

And he didn't

Did someone throw a fucking fit because he lost and because he couldn't figure it out?

Um, yeah.

Was it me?

Um, no.


Bite me asshat, that you couldn't figure out how this game worked and I did.

Why it ok that I lose and you win, but a problem when I win and you lose.

FUCK YOU.

How to Know When You Have Crossed the Line

Yes, it has been a long, hard campaign season. There are bitter feelings all around.

But when you get to this point:





You have gone to far. Lady, I don't think that even John McCain, who has his head so far up his keister that he is permanently free of melanin, would approve that message.

Vote my way, or I will be mean to your kids is not the way to win the hearts and minds of the electorate. It just says, "I am a dick."

Do you think that her house was egged and TPd that night?