Comments on: Say no to the Turkish delight!

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 01:27:24 +0000

My policy is, I *adore* when people use my stuff, with or without a link — click the “steal my art” graphic in the right sidebar for details.

I might even have kept a color version of that one.

By: Brigette Russell

Brigette Russell — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 01:21:06 +0000

Love the picture. Love the title. What’s your policy on other people using your brilliant photoshoppery on their blogs — okay as long as we link to you and give credit? Now that I’m upgraded and can actually put photos on mine again, I think I’d like to use this one for the next time a whopping blizzard happens to come along the same day somebody at the New York Times (or like establishment) is making fun of climate change deniers.

By: Bob

Bob — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 16:29:16 +0000

Placing the Goreacle’s face on Tilda you can bewitch me anytime” Swinton’s body is just about the worst thing you could have done!

Arrrrgh!

By: Sporadic Small Arms Fire

Sporadic Small Arms Fire — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 05:27:33 +0000

Al Gore’s has high nostrils due to being a highlander. A mountaineer… from the YHVH’s Chosen Tribe roaming on the Mount Zion.

By: Mrs Compton

Mrs Compton — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 22:50:13 +0000

Thanks Mz Weazie. I’m at Walt Disney World sitting shiva for Roy. Hard to sneak off for a google.

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 21:28:55 +0000

A quick Googling says the photo is from May 2008, when he was campaigning, Mrs C.

By: Mrs Compton

Mrs Compton — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:10:25 +0000

I’m my iPhone on way to WDW so need to make short and no time to search for link but has anyone seen pic of odumba getting out of AF1 reading Post Ameica World?

By: Nicole

Nicole — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:13:45 +0000

You may be onto something here…

By: Dawn

Dawn — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 14:38:42 +0000

Shut up is why. ha!

BRILLIANT!

By: Al Gore

Al Gore — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 13:13:37 +0000

You’ve probably heard my song:

I’m Mister White Christmas
I’m Mister Snow
I’m Mister Icicle
I’m Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser,
What ever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I’m too much!
He’s Mister White Christmas
He’s Mister Snow
He’s Mister Icicle
He’s Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser,
What ever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
He’s too much!
I never want to know a day
That’s over forty degrees
I’d rather have it thirty,
Twenty, then Five, then let it freeze!
(brrrrrrrrrrr!)
He’s Mister White Christmas
He’s Mister Snow
He’s Mister Icicle
He’s Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser,
What ever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch,
Too much.
Too Much!