Friday, October 5, 2007

Telling Dirty Jokes to Pretty Girls: The Case In Favor.

Yay, Kazakhstan! I now have my second "stan" in the collection, which is nice, because I think Pakistan was getting lonely. Two different Kazakh in one day, each searching for something different. What are the odds?

Here is yet another picture of young and pneumatic Jeri Thompson and her husband, old, fat, jowly, lazy, confused, lethargic Fred Dalton Thompson, who is getting a lot of publicity for showing that he is barely smarter than the guy we have in office now.

But let's focus on Ms. Thompson for the moment, and do keep your eyes off her cleavage, please. Just because she dresses that way, some people don't take her seriously. Bad cleavage lookers! Bad! Bad! No biscuit for you! (This is the first picture I've seen where I thought she was his daughter and not his grand-daughter. Two words for you kids: sun screen!)

An interview with Thompson's child bride (not gigantic, though) appeared in People this week, where she was very upset with how she is portrayed in the media. She is NOT just some breasty bimbo, she would like you to know! (Cleavage... so hypnotic... NO! Must resist!)

She is an accomplished person! Don't be confused just because she dresses like an aging stripper! She's a lawyer and a lobbyist! (Actually, Jeri, if we are going with attractive qualities, the boobies are probably better than the jobs.)

Also, she is NOT a gold digger always dating guys that look like grandpa! In the People interview, she is quoted as saying: "I was never an older-man-dater kind of girl before."

And here's where telling dirty jokes to pretty girls may actually be a good idea instead just a crass way to see if you are going to get in their good graces, if you'll allow a euphemism.

There's a famous old joke that has as its punchline "Shag just ONE sheep, and from then on, you are Ken the Sheep Shagger!"

If she had heard this joke just once, a life of misunderstanding and ridicule could have been avoided by Jeri the Old Goat Blower.

And since it's a Friday, we end the post with yet another Random 10.

The Briar And The Rose Tom Waits
In The Backroom Brian Eno & John Cale
The Meanest Thing You Ever Did Was Kiss Me Fats Waller
B-A-B-Y Rachel Sweet
Hot Pants James Brown
Love Is A Stranger Eurythmics
Can Blue Men Sing The Whites? Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band
Bonzo Goes To Bitburg The Ramones
Spooky Dusty Springfield
Rockin’ In The Free World Neil Young

Strong list this week. Tom Waits, Fats Waller, James Brown and The Ramones are always gonna give you a strong backbone in a Random 10. Rachel Sweet is one of the artists from the Stiff Records collection, and the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band was a comedy musical group from the U.K. from the era of Monty Python. In fact, one of the Bonzos, Neil Innes, did a lot of music for Python.

I chose Bonzo Goes To Bitburg as the representative song because it reminds us that Saint Ronald Reagan sometimes had his head completely stuck up his ass. In a connection to another recent thread, the song was produced by currently free murderer Phil Spector. I do not play the song here to support the psychotic bastard, but even psychotic bastards can produce some pretty damn good songs.

Now playing: The Ramones - Bonzo Goes To Bitburg
via FoxyTunes


dguzman said...

I heard he gave a speech the other day and then got nothing but the cricket sounds, until he had to beg for applause! Probably everyone fell asleep listening to ridiculous BigSuthunDummeh accent of his. What a fucking idiot.

And Matty, come on--NO cleavage is worth looking at when it's under that face, next to that other face. Gross, dude.

Matty Boy said...

I respectfully disagree, dg. When the face looks that weather beaten, looking at the cleavage is the best possible option.

Maybe it's a guy thing.

Splotchy said...

That's one eerie random list you got there.

The Bonzo Dog Band immediately followed by what may be the only song with Bonzo in its title?

Very spooky.

FranIAm said...

Forgetting the random 10... which is just too much to comment on in this tired state, let me move on to some bitchy commenting.

Excuse me Mrs. Thompson... can you not afford to get a decent dye job?

And so right about the sunscreen.