“I’m hopeful. I know there is a lot of ambition in Washington, obviously. But I hope the ambitious realize that they are more likely to succeed with success as opposed to failure.”
-The Shrubinator in an interview with the Associated Press, Jan. 18, 2001
I need stinkin’ MORPHINE.
…suspected, Maryscott, you really ARE a lightweight.
Demerol, dude.
But Adam and I are researching medical marijuana as we speak, actually. I’m not going the pharma route one. more. time.
she’s been hangin’ around nephalim too much….sheesh!
I don’t have any, but have a 4.
I’m going to get a cheesesteak from Pat’s.
Hopefully Susan, MaryScott, or Dan are around to control the chaos.
I’m in charge here. I’m in charge.
Boston Irish Catholic…You being in charge scares the bejeezus out of me!
it scares the SHIT out of me.
I don’t go to Church…I’m Catholic.
And in honor of Tomorree…..
Caed Mille Failte……
born Wisconsin Polish/Bohemien catholic, and sweet jesus that was something with all the German accordian playing, polka dancing catholics that they were, don’t ya know.
Gen. Haig 🙂
You’re making me all Phillystalgic.
Lot of wonderful things about living out in Cali, but real cheesesteaks ain’t one of them.
— Stu
Living in NC these past few years…I missum too!…
And for all you neophytes…it’s CheezWhiz that makes a REAL one.
Well, we didn’t put no stinkin’ cheez-wiz on ’em when I was growing up. Provolone cheese, smothered in onions, with mushrooms and LOTS of ketchup.
True story, I kid you not, I asked for a cheesesteak in Las Vegas when I used to live there, they gave me a whole 1/2 inch wide steak in a roll. I was like “wtf is this?”
Aw, I miss ny pizza. There were some real I-talians here in the boonies a couple of years ago, but Pizza Huck ran them out of business.
Pats Cheesesteak? OMG, I ENVY you soooo much. I haven’t had one in YEARS!
By the way, I’m not here for the mojo, so don’t give me any, I’m only here to give it out.
I’ll earn my own mojo, thank you, I don’t want to seem like I’m begging (fine for the rest of you, I have no problem with that, but I’ve got certain “standards” I have to keep).
Please don’t give me any, I’ll take yours back. LOL
By the way, like my latest graphic?
Oh shit, I can’t take that one back, I have no idea who gave it to me.
::laughing my ass off here::
Ooop, oop, I can see it now. Better take it back. I’m only here to give.
I’m celebratin’… “My First Ever Recommended Diary” (and only the second one I ever posted). =)
To the two who gave me mojo, no more, and I’ll leave yours okay? I really don’t want any. Please?
I don’t want to end up taking prezzies away. That would make me sad.
I can’t win… so I’m just going to go away now. I’ll come back in about a week. Maybe by then these points will have worn off.
I suppose he hopes that the unambitious decide that they are more likely to succeed with failure.
Hey now, That’s what I’m talking about, see..you got the bushspeak down, so I spose this means you’re running for presznit next?
Smiley, Sad, or Snarling
Smiley it’s sunny and nice in Northern CA
Sad cuz MSOC is in pain
Smiley love the site BooMan – specially the regional stuff
Smiley planning camping trip with the grandkids in June
Snarling because I have a report due after lunch and need to get back to work.
>Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
>company. One day, the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked,
“Father, me dog is dead. Could ya’ be saying’ a mass for the poor creature?”
Father Patrick replied, “I’m afraid not, Muldoon.
We cannot have services for an animal in the church.
But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there’s
no tellin’ what they believe. Maybe they’ll do something
for the creature.”
Muldoon said, “Thank you, Father. I’ll go right away,
Do ya’ think $5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?”
Father Patrick exclaimed, “Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus!
Why didn`t ya tell me the dog was catholic?”
Mojo, mojo, gimme some’adat mojo.
Is there a TU function on this site? Hidden Comments? Have there been any trolls yet?
I am so fucking depressed today I can hardly move. Bushco wants to build a 100 kiloton atomic bomb and blow it up in Nevada. The Arctic Refuge is probably gonna be drilled. Wolfowitz to head World Bank. I feel like I’m gonna have to stop paying attention because my Outrage Meter(TM)is soooo broken. Instead of firing up my adrenaline, these shocks just push me deeper into despair.
Personally, my husband is still being laid off in a couple of months and hasn’t gotten another job offer despite sending out resumes every day. Our houses (the one we live in and one rental) haven’t gotten any purchase offers and they’ve been on the market since December. Trapped, I’m telling ya, I feel trapped!
Don´t worry, the Rapture´ll come and take all the good people away before everything gets really crappy!
At least, that’s what the good ol’ Republicans have been telling me.. it’s the secret plan, don’t’cha know?
Yeah but when the rapture comes we get to keep their stuff. Oh what a party that will be!
is the bomb.
And the cheese fries are being enjoyed by The Real Booman
not fair at all….
I like the new site.
Seeing all the dkos contributors like PastorDan, and Maryscott get regular Front Page status is just great.
And…it frees up the Recommended list for the future up and comers…..all around it’s got a great vibe.
Here’s some mojo for BooMan, and Sally Cat, and you and you and, oh, must not forget MSOC
(P.S. MSOC-the drug Ultram is working great on my pain without making me drowsy)
Hey Booman,
What’s the point of starting a mojo-fest at 10 on a Wednesday!
Those damned Wed morning meetings always spill into the afternoon and I’ll miss all the fun.
Anyway, Boo, the site seems to come along very well so thanks for providing yet another place to spend countless hours that would otherwise be wasted on spending time with family and such 😉
Well done.
Well Congrats Boo, the Booman Tribune has arrived….looks like we have had our first Deleted Diary….poooof…gone.
Yippee-Ki-Yaa Motherfucker! My movie homage for the night. Would that be someone taking offense to certain peoples foul language?…I say if you can’t stand to read the word fucken why you have no business fucken in the first place.
I’d need to know what mojo actually is…
The nearest equivalent I can find is : points
I beleieve mojo to be a mixture of Spanish, and african, having to do with drinking (Spanish), and Magic (African). Originally the magic was held in a bag…a mojo bag.
So…if we add mojo, I’ld say we are adding a little “joie de la vie” and “magie” to someones comments…n’est pas?
Jules: What do they call Mojo?
Vincent Vega: Mojo is mojo, but they call it “le mojo.”
FreedomJo?
when Maryscott will figure out that she gets no Mojo credit for making witty remarks here.
So no mojo credits for you and PastorDan and MSOC?
Ahhh you’re no fun… ;-P
validates our enormous egos though. So you still have that.
Up till this diary, my policy was no mojo to the frontpagers.
Now you’re saying you’re no better than us regular plebs – fragile attention-craving egos.
Have another 4.
in the manner of Austin Powers’s nemesis, Dr. Evil —
with the same length of vowellage applied to the o’s as he does in the delightful phrase, “Throw me a bone, here, people…”
“Throw me some MOJO, here, people…”
Admit it. It sounds delicious. Adam and I walk around at night finding reasons to say the word “Mojo” a la Dr. Evil.
what could he possibly be taking to consistently speak like this?
Or is it all just a bad connection between his brain and his mouth?
Or is it just a bad connection in his brain?
is a sign of a capacity for contempt, mangling the message to deflect others’ attempts to engage in dialogue, according to Justin A. Frank in “Bush on the Couch.”
I can’t take anymore. I’m drowning in their lies, their contempt.
Gimme, gimme, gimme a Philly cheesesteak!
Have 4s. Here, taste good, mmmmmmm.
I believe on closer inspection he had some pretzel crumbs still logdged in his throat making his perfectly sane(I know in context with bush-illogical)comments rendered fijizzled, so to speak.
wonder if it’s blojo on the red blogs. Should be ya know.
it was blowjeff.
Or was that jeffblo? Either way it’s a lot of lip.
that comment deserves more than a four.
Can I get some mojo for the Moonbat Convention? Thanks y’all. Keep flyin towards that moon!
mojo for EVERYONE!
Tnat feels soooooo good!
And, I did it without the speil check to0
like Rex. And those other dogs that have been sneaking comments over at kos. How do we know it’s you we’re mojoing, and not your dog?
to get my power up to see hidden comments.
must. see. hidden. comments…
Seem to have little relevance at present.
Everyone so well behaved, not one troll rating so far that I have seen.
It also lets you see who’s rated you when there is only one rating.
really, i do. now go read this diary already! let’s do something about this!
Chocolate mojo splinters and flys so nice when you wack a troll upside the post with it!
Southwest Chipotle-flavored mojo can be found here!
OHHHHH, I love chipotles. Throw some chipotle chili powder in your next pot of pinto beans. yummmy.
Here’s the straight dope on beans …sort of.
why am i always the last one to the party? and are there hidden comments that i’m missing out on? damn. i feel so alone.
AND, i just gave everyone here a four – a little mojo lovin’. not that i expect anything back. i’m just saying. i mean, it was advertised as a mojo fest and, well, whatever. i’m just sayin’.
Here you go, Smash. As the last two at the party, for now anyway, another bit o’ mojo from me 🙂
Mojo for all my friends!
This is a great site, Booman. You should be proud!
I once bought 8 of his books at the same time.
Favorite story- He is going to the hospital for a glucose tolerance test, drinks the first drink, and is suposed to go back in a couple or 4 to have blood drawn. Meets an armfull in the lobby, and never gets back to the hospital. Give him a 4!
She’s been standing on the street corner all day with her hat held out and a sign saying “Mojo?”. After many strange looks, a few kicks, and some solicitations for, let’s say, “other” things, she has come home a mojoless woman. 🙁
Did everyone leave me here by myself? What a bunch of party poopers!
Hello, hello.
Lonely at times, ain’t it. Not to worry. Have a 4.
West Coast blues. Need.More. Mojo?
Thursday morning, and I could use some mojo.
I got plenty yesterday, even being late to the fest, but I want the big crudgel. Get my mojo on! I’m 4ing as fast as I can. The Trolls will be upon us before we know it. I can hear them sniffing outside the door! Tool me up here Boozers!
I love the use of dagnabbit! I’ll be ‘hopping’ in and out of here today…watch for ribbbittting 4’s!
Dagnabbit, dagnabbit. I love to say it too. My hopping will be confined to the work pen until after dark. I am 4sed to work, dagnabbit!
mam gan toowok. smtmes fammny, mee neds too biteum trools. k? don tell.
Is that you Rex?
naw s mee. i spel nam off paprs. Myfanawy. c?
i washt mam. she donno she shew me
phobuker pwace
sone fan lern to mak pikkure go hr on skreen.
You’re very cute!!
Bush is unparalleled in succeeding through failure. Unless I win the lottery, though, I’m sticking with the normal way.
I’m going to need all the Snow-Jo mojo I can get. We’re expecting 7 to 13 inches of snow in Minneapolis. Oy, my aching back!
Thanks, troops. Ready and armed for Trolls. Standing by with recipe at ready. Big stick at parade rest.