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…so now it’s striking me how out of touch with reality she is

 Meghan McCain throws a fit

Once inside, the bubbly blond’s mood didn’t improve; she was annoyed at Wanda Sykes’ roast.

“Sen. McCain gave you grief about the new helicopters you didn’t order,” said Sykes, adding, “I think Mr. McCain was a little bitter because he wanted to be in the new helicopters. Mr. McCain, I’m sure if you ask nicely, your wife will buy you a new helicopter.”

While the assembled crowd of politicos, journalists and celebrities roared with laughter, Meghan was not among them.

“I didn’t like the joke about my mom [Cindy],” the young McCain told us after the dinner. “Why talk about her at all? I (didn’t mind the jokes) about my dad, but leave my mom out of it. It really wasn’t in good taste.”

Because it’s funny that your father, the big tough war hero, is basically leeching off of your old-woman-robot mother?  Mystery solved, Velma.

P.S.

ew

verging on good

what the fuck

I’m going to start wearing dentures in my vagina. Why? Why not? Get bent.

WWE fans apparently no longer convinced that these colors don’t run

The mere sight of Bush elicited thunderous boos — even more jeering than the maniacal [WWE Wrestler] Randy Orton, who dropped Triple H’s wife, Stephanie, on her head and kissed her while a handcuffed Triple H could only watch. Then Orton hit him with a sledgehammer. I’m going to repeat that again, just to be clear: To wrestling fans, George W. Bush is worse than a sledgehammer molester.

I feel bad for Randy Orton, on some level.  Like, what does he have to do to be a bigger villain than the former President of the United States?  Also nice of ThinkProgress to hyperlink the wrestler’s names.

Get down on your knees or at least bow or something because I’m back, baby, I’m back! Where have I been? Oh, you know, doing “stuff.” My year-long hiatus from this site has allowed me ample opportunity to stuff my fucking face. I developed a pretty awesome addiction to eggplant parmesan from carmine’s, and a really intense love affair with my le creuset dutch oven. Other important highlights include meeting that dude who saw me at the dumpling “throwdown” in red hook and taking him to my sister’s wedding where I punched him in the nose after imbibing too much vodka. Oops. I hope someday he forgives me.
So last night my date (not the poor wo-manhandled aforementioned lad) took me out to dinner and we settled for dokebi by default as baci was wildly packed to the rafters. What did we have? Mediocre korean food, which for this establishment, was a marked improvement! If you’re going to promote your dumplings as homemade, please make sure they are and not obviously prepackaged ones. I’m not going to dwell on this though. I mean, life is short and I will move forward.

So yeah. I want to write about walter foods since I’m madly in love with their lobster bennedict, and head chef justin was recently a sous chef on “iron chef america.” But I’m posting from my phone and my gosh darn thumbs are tired so we will have to adjourn for the day.

Wow I’m still rambling. Good to see not much has changed. Gentle readers, tell me how you’ve been. More importantly, tell me what you’ve eaten.

Hey here’s a thing that tells you how many calories you’re about to inhale

Looks like for burgers the lightest you can go is Wendy’s.  Brb, off to Wendy’s.  Not kidding either.

Tyra ani gif time, that is