Fred Phelps getting front page coverage in the Denver Post today (Tuesday) really got my goat. What happened to NOT FEEDING TROLLS? Why hasn't he died from his own stupidity? When I was a little burrito I had the "judge not" line banged into my head, but I guess Phelps is exempt. I hope he has an aneurysm in a roughneck bar and gets a beer bottle stuck up his ass.
Speaking of newspapers, I must stop laughing at stories that involve stupid people. Dad was not amused by us laughing at the SUV driver that overcorrected on Wadsworth and proceeded to cross three lanes and the median to hit -- you guessed it -- another SUV.
Anyone with suggestions for unnatural, non-procreative and other non-Shrubya approved sex that Himself and I should try to celebrate National Marriage Protection Week should drop me a line (or call my cell phone). Any ideas are welcome.
