Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I honestly hoped that it would never get to this point, but I think recent events have forced my hand.

Check the advisory.

(Is there another color hotter than that?)


At 9:40 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...


At 9:40 AM, Blogger warriordumot said...


What do you want to talk about, creeps?

Auntie Moonbat?
Sicko sinner?

the choice is yours, a-holes!

At 9:42 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Your latest trip to jail

At 9:43 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Who is paying Chell to write to you?

At 9:43 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us why you were arrested. Tell us who bailed you out. Tell us what mommie and daddums think about your criminal record. Tell us about the body cavity search at the jail. Tell us what you think of the arresting officers and the judge. Tell us why you think you are wronged in getting arrested. Tell us all about your plans for avoiding getting everything you own taken away from you after the trial. Tell us now

At 9:44 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Tell us what you did to NEDRA

At 9:44 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us why you think that is the last time you will get arrested. Tell us why you think people aren't scared of you at parties, gatherings and in public.

Tell us what happened with the Senator and why aren't you working for him yet. Tell us why you think you would be a good role model with your criminal and work history.

At 9:46 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us how it makes you feel to know that I have no advanced degree and make way more than you ever did, work less days than you did when you actually had a job, and have accomplished more and done more and have more.

At 9:46 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

tell us, seriously, why do you think you are funny?

At 9:48 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us why you are such a sniveling little coward Little Debbie Sticky Buns. Tell us all why you are a lying piece of filth that is too chicken shit to answer these questions. Tell us what you think about people Googling your name and seeing nothing but your insane ramblings. Tell us how that job search is coming and why someone with your superior intellect is still crying in her pillow every night because their life is destroyed and has no prospects due to your own doings.

At 9:48 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Hose, I guess she is too much of a coward to talk to us, despite her word warrior jive.

At 9:49 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

In the account how much money there is?

At 9:51 AM, Blogger patrap said...

Tell us how your PHD in Decision Science makes you decide to attack other's children. Tell us what makes you sink so low.

At 9:53 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

Tell us how you're going to parlay the last two months into something meaningful.

At 9:53 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Impressed I am.
Requested I did.
Service fast you provide!

At 9:57 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

See...sniveling little coward. Your word is crap. You are worse than what I scaped off the bottom of my shoe yesterday. As I said before, I wouldn't hit a dog in the ass with you.

No wonder your woman dumped you. She probably scrubbs herself repeatedly every day trying to wash of your stench, and daily laments the thought of ever having touched you let alone swapped body fluids.

Tell us what she thinks of you. Tell us how much she regrets being associated with you. Tell us all how horrified she was at what you said about a child. Tell us how many times she calls you to tell you to STFU. Tell us how it felt to go without a response to your add on CL. Tell us how it feels to go to bed every night in the lonliness of your own making. Tell us all about the nightly crying jags you have into your pillow knowing the only love you will get is from some overgrown mikdud named Large Marge doing 5-10 for armed robbery. Tell us how it feels to know that all women everywhere will run screaming from you as soon as they find out who you are or you show them your writings on the internet.

At 9:58 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us how many cats you plan to buy.

At 9:58 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Ms. Frisch:

I want to talk about who the police allege you were stalking and harrassing.

At 9:59 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us how many packs of smokes you think you will be worth.

At 10:00 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us why you think that all the phone calls and letters you make to your ex isn't considered stalking. Tell us how many times she called you pathetic to your face.

At 10:01 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Come on poo-butt. Tawk.

At 10:02 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

Smokes have more value than that. Maybe how many Mexican packs of smokes...

At 10:02 AM, Blogger IllinoisRepublican said...

As the creator of the Deb Frisch Homeland Security Warning System, I don't think we are at the top level. The top level should be reserved for nuclear activity. Frischdom coming to an end kinda stuff. I think the current alert level may be inflated. I don't think we are near "hide the kids" kinda stuff. Just my opinion...

At 10:04 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

I want to know if there are any firearms on your property. Also, do you know anything about the MethLab that is 2.6 miles to the southeast of you?

At 10:04 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

I think we all have to admit now that Fred the Genius has the POWER

At 10:05 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

That's why I wanted to know how many SHE thought she was worth.

Tell us how you like this term: "Your my bitch and I own you! Now make my bed, bitch."

At 10:06 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Is it true that you tried to become an informant for the green can man?
Did you see that blonde guy in the back of the court when you were there?

At 10:07 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us why you steal our topics on this site and use them there. Tell us all about how you cried the day the person who actually is a comic and trains comics told you that you haven't any talent and were not funny at all. Tell us why it doesn't matter what anyone says, and you always know better. Tell us how fast she got away from you and how pissed you are that she hasn't returned your numerous calls. Tell us how many times the Senator, the Commedian, and you ex have told you to stop calling them.

At 10:08 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us if you think you know where the microphones are placed in your house. Oh, and whatever the hell that thing is in the south-east corner of your living room is really needs to be thrown out. It looks like crap.

At 10:11 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

And, debbie, get rid of that aftershave, it's really not you.

At 10:12 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us why you are looking for some piece of meat with a car. Are you without transport? Do you have to walk everywhere? Won't daddy buy you a car?

Tell us who wears the strap-on and do you think the positions will change once you are in jail.

At 10:13 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us how lonely you were on your birthday. Tell us all about how you cried and cried all night because nobody loves you and your parents wish you would finally grow-up.

At 10:14 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...


At 10:15 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Hose, I don't think she has sex anymore.
That's part of the problem with the ex-es

At 10:17 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

Tell us the conditions that are placed on your communications with friends and family, i.e. don't call until you're ready to get help.

At 10:19 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Tell us all about how you have read through my questions and have been crying since you started. Tell us all about the seething hate you now have for me since I seem to know all about you andthe things that happen without you telling anyone. Tell us all how I seem to be able to see you and know what you are doing every minute of the day. COme on...tell us all about the tears streaming down your face right now.

At 10:22 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

I think she ran screaming from the shack about 15 minutes ago.

At 10:22 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Oh, deb?
You really shouldn't be singing like that. I mean, we were laughing, but I think you were serious about it! LOL

At 10:23 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

In the northwest country, where the weather is cool,
Lived a real crazy lady, an insufferable fool.
VBSers gonna take her to school
And make her dance, make her dance
'Til she craps her pants!

Dancin' monkey flingin' poo
Dancin' monkey flingin' poo
Dancin' monkey flingin' poo

Make her dance, make her dance
'Til she craps her pants!

At 10:24 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

yeah, X-la-native, she's gone, but she'll be back to comb through the comments for topics to post at south(pawthetic)west.

At 10:25 AM, Blogger Sinner said...

IllinoisRepublican ,

If direct targeting of my daughter isn't "hide the kids sort of stuff" I don't want to know what is...

At 10:26 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

I'm at a loss as to why we're at Debcon 5. What's she doing, mouthing off to a judge in court? Doing the perp walk to a patrol car? Violating the terms of one of her various ROs? I just checked her blog and it doesn't appear any worse than usual. So now I'm curious.

At 10:27 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Ms. CCFCCP is now using her site for commercial purposes. If anyone is interested, this is the licensure she used when she signed up for her service.

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to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work
to make derivative works
Under the following conditions:

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For any reuse or distribution, you must make clear to others the license terms of this work.
Any of these conditions can be waived if you get permission from the copyright holder.
Your fair use and other rights are in no way affected by the above.

This is a human-readable summary of the Legal Code (the full license).


My my my...looks like Little Debbie Sticky Buns is opening herself up to even MORE litigation.

What a freaking idiot.

Tell us all again how you are just soooooooooooo much smarter than us, seeing as how you are the only one with legal troubles.

At 10:32 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

I think you're on to something.

At 10:34 AM, Blogger Sinner said...

Muse, check the front page in the post below this one.


I don't think that applies to her marketing hew own crap, it applis to me if I copy it her with intent to make a profit (which I clearly do not).

At 10:35 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

I have a mental image of her dancing around the room, waving the wooden monkey's arms and crooning, "You and me against the world"..

At 10:42 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

There's so much wrong with that picture.

At 10:42 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Really? I think it is more sitting in the middle of the room, sobbing out the same lyrics in an uncontrollable fashion just prior to her once again, steeling herself against the voices. Once again saying she must rethink her strategies and trying to gain recognition and a paycheck out of this. Then vowing to work on her book. Then vowing to stop trolling only to once again start over with Teh Crazee, then collapsing in a drunken heep, sobbing uncontrolling again.

We'll have to check the audio tapes to make sure. When is the DVD gonna be ready anyway?

At 10:46 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

sobbing out the same lyrics
While the record skips in the background.

At 10:47 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Rave, rave, thou Frischie beast,
Thou art not so smart
And full of ingratitude;
Thy mind is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This Frisch is not jolly.

Scream, scream, thou bitter Frisch,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As work benefits forgot:
Though thou the thinking warp,
Thy wit is not so sharp
Your friends remember'd not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This Frisch is not jolly

At 10:53 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Breathes there the Deb, with soul so dead,
Who never to herself hath said,
This is my own, I'm ever so damned!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home her thoughts she hath turn'd
From wandering on a Frischie strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark her well;
For her no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though her titles, proud her name,
Boundless her father's wealth as bail can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence she sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung

At 10:53 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Deb shakes loose a fart

At 10:55 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

From the Poseur Professor:
Intuitively, a big reason people are averse to risk is because we are averse to loss.
Wow. Mental gigantism there.

At 10:56 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Hose, until you said "drunken heap" we quit talking about WTF vodka. She's gone beyond booze craZee I reckon.

At 10:57 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Hey...Little Debbie Sticky Bun...why haven't you answered the questions? Have you once again gone against your word? Are you such a low life lying scum filled putrid pile of filth that honor and keeping your word means nothing to you? No wonder you can't get tenure or the respect of your former collegues. No wonder they have shunned you on all the lists you were partaking in. No wonder you are the laughing stock of the community that you formerly belonged to. You are as dishonest as you are insane.

At 11:06 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Maybe she won't answer because she is looking for the microphones and cameras. Sorry Ms. CCFCCP...but the pinhole cameras and Lav mics are specifically designed to not be found. There are electronic devices you can purchase to find them, but they are really pricey and you need to pay your attorneys.

Say, how come you aren't talking to them anyway? Maybe you should tell us who they are so we can send them alllll the things you have been writing here so they can see just what a jacked up piece of filth the have as a client. You know, lawyers really don't like surprises in court. You really should allow them to see everything you write before you get there if you want any hope of not being someone's personal property tradeable for smokes.

At 11:06 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

I don't think the DVD is going to be up on You Tube until after it runs on Hot Air this Friday.
I mean, ya'll can download it,then.
Mine is going to be FedExed. Or is that FrischExed?

At 11:12 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

How doth the little Debbie
Improve her financial state,
And pour the Teh Vodka in her chubbie
hands and foul mouthed palate!

How cheerfully she seems to grin
How neatly written Teh laws,
And welcomes all policemen in,
With gently smiling jaws!

At 11:13 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

So Deb's dropping her little turdlets on other blogs. Which she's done before. Should that really rate a YEEARGH?

I mean, I know it's your blog, but my unsolicited opinion is that the highest Debcon rating should be reserved for the kind of stuff that'll get her on "Cops" or "Maximum Exposure."

At 11:18 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

A brainless freaker teacher,
I marked where on a website she wrote isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast Frisching,
she launched forth foul laments, laments, laments, out of her mouth,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the Frisch you will see be jailed, till the ductile Crazee hold,
Till the Foulmouthed poo you fling catch somewhere, forever damned her soul.

At 11:20 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

From the Poseur Professor:
Intuitively, a big reason people are averse to risk is because we are averse to loss.

Wow. Mental gigantism there.

What? How DARE you make fun of Deb.

But more importantly, how DARE you impugn SCIENCE.

Remeber, Deb got her degree specialzing in Decision SCIENCE. That means she knows ever so much more than any of us. We should keep our places and defer to her wisdom all the time.

Also, we should remember that academia being one of the most risk-averse environments in existence (this side of hospitals and nursing homes), she should at long lsst know whereof she speaks.

At 11:23 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

I think skinner bumped it up because she didn't just hit & run, she stayed around. Plus she started edging into the area of his kids like she started with Jeff.
And it is as much your blog as ours, but Skinner holds the keys.

At 11:24 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Deborah grumbled. Her mind was grey.
She had nothing to do and nothing to say.
She were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Debbie failed to post a bond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And BrendaK danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
She's crawling out of the jail cell!" Click!

Then the Hosedragger suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the VBS'ers all chuckled as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old bitch laughed.
Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
Debbie failed to post her bond

At 11:28 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Ha Ha good one

At 11:33 AM, Blogger Dianna said...

Before I take the time to go over and sample her ravings, just tell me: Has she posted anymore "poetry"?

At 11:37 AM, Blogger warriordumot said...

does the pedophile from colorado hang out here or not?

inquiring minds wanna know!

At 11:43 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Ms. Frisch:

Please tell us about the stalking and harrassment charges.

inquiring minds want to know!

At 11:44 AM, Blogger Sulla said...

I know thtere's some criticism of Sinner raising the DebCon level, but she brought his child into it.

That's what has launched her accelerated road to ruin in the first place (@ Jeff's place).

If it were my kid, I would have raised the level too.

At 11:46 AM, Blogger Sulla said...


Why not just turn yourself in, plead guilty, and get it over with?

Do you think this shite is HELPING you?

the only pedophile in the room is the one obsessing over other peoples' kids. STFU. Now.

At 11:46 AM, Blogger patrap said...

Debbie Dearest,
The only pedophiles that hangout here are unemployed nutjobs from Eugene, Oregon.

At 11:46 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

How unpleasant to know Ms. Frisch,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think her ill-tempered and wish,
And noone find her pleasant enough.

Her mind is concrete and fastidious,
Her nose is remarkably big;
Her visage is more or less hideous,
Her head it resembles a pig.

She has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(Leastways if you reckon two thumbs);
She used to be one of the minglers,
But now she is one of the dumbs.

She sits in her ramshackle parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
She drinks a great deal of Teh Vodka,
And gets drunk as a monkey and all.

He has no friends, laymen and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of her cat;
Her body is perfectly spherical,
She weareth a runcible hat.

When she walks in waterproof white,
The police run after her so!
Calling out, "She's gone out in her night-
Gown, that crazy old Frichster, oh!"

She weeps by the side of the ocean,
She weeps on the top of the hill;
She purchases pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.

She reads, but she can't comprehend, Logic,
She can't figure why she's not rich;
Ere the days of her blogging will vanish,
How unpleasant to know Debbie Frisch!

At 11:51 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

No poetry there .
Just begging for money & her serious junk.

At 11:53 AM, Blogger warriordumot said...

ooh. sulla's getting reel tuff!

i asked a simple question: does jeff goldstein sockpuppet here?

Yes or no.

At 11:55 AM, Blogger warriordumot said...


scary, scary stuff, sulla!

i'm shaking in my chacos!

At 11:55 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Damn, Hose!

That must have been some good coffee!

(If I get in trouble for sitting in my cube, all alone, cracking up...it's YOUR fault!)

At 11:56 AM, Blogger Dianna said...

Thanks, Rabbit.

Sigh. Then I shall go back to number-world. The accountant is confused, and it's my job to supply the data.


At 11:57 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...


Don't you have a hearing somewhere to go to?

At 11:57 AM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Deb, you're gonna be on Hot Air Friday

At 11:58 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

I loathe the Debbie with the light brown hair,
Smells, like a vapor, from your derrier;
I see her blogging where the adults play,
Dumb as the roadkill that litter her driveway
Many were the wild notes her insane mind would pour;
Many were the foul words that warbled from out her:
Oh! I loathe that Debbie with the light brown hair,
Smelling, like a vapor, out of your derrier
I long for Debbie to shut the F up;
Radiant in foulness, warm with foul throw-up;
I read her pithings, like insanity gone by,
Her parents sigh real loudly o'er the fond hopes that die:
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for the lost one that comes and brings them pain:
Oh! I loathe that Debbie, and her thoughts sink real low,
Never more to find a job where the bright waters flow.

I that Debbie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,
Flitting like the dreams that her parents had now gone.
Now the career she once had now wither on the shore
While her foul smelling fingers will cull them no more:
Oh! I loathe that Debbie with the light brown hair,
Smells, like a vapor, from out your derrier

At 11:58 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Ms. Frisch:

Will you tell us about the stalking and harrassment charges?

Yes or no?

At 12:03 PM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Stop, yer killin' me, boy!

(made me snort like BrendaK)

At 12:03 PM, Blogger Dianna said...


Deb, are you trying to get yourself into real trouble? If so, you're going about it the right way. If not, you need to stop right quick.

At 12:04 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Debbie...you are a coward. A pissant little coward. I asked you numerous questions. You refuse to answer because you are a coward, a liar, and a generally foul creature who even your family loathes.

You do not get to make demands. This is not your blog.

Answer the questions or go to a park and talk to yourself.

Either way, you are still a yellow-bellied coward.

At 12:05 PM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Ms. Frisch:

Besides the stalking and harrassment charges, can you tell us why you believe any man who disagrees with you, and has a young child, is a pedophile?

inquiring minds wanna know!

At 12:07 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Joe...I guess it takes one to think they know one

At 12:12 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. You'll never know you cow

At 12:14 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Hey Little Debbie Sticky Bun...

Does your dog like peanut butter? Maybe that can end your lonely nights

At 12:23 PM, Blogger Sulla said...

does Goldstein sockpuppet here?

No. But his lawyer does.

At 12:25 PM, Blogger Sulla said...

As do several members of the Eugene police department.

At 12:37 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

O Debbie! Yo Debbie! Your freakie world is done, This blog has weather'd every attack,
the prize we sought is won, The police are near, the sirens I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, your future grim and daring; But O Deb! Deb! Deb!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck your future lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Debbie! Freakie Debbie! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you to fling your dung- for
you there are no frills,

For you bloggers and badge'd police- for you the voices
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Debbie! dear Debbie!
This future that you dread!
It is your future that is a wreck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Debbie does not answer, her cowardice shows and still,
My Debbie does not feel remorse, he has no conscience nor will,
Teh Crazee is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage is never done,
From fearful trip Teh Vodka sipped She comes with no monies won;
Exult O blogs, and ring O bells!
But I with joyful tread,
Read the blogs where Frischster lies,
Her brain cold and dead.

At 12:49 PM, Blogger openacanatuna said...

la Frischie says: i asked a simple question: does jeff goldstein sockpuppet here?

Yes or no.

I'd bet a lot of money the answer is no (don't get excited Deb, I wouldn't bet you anything since I know you're not good for it if you lose). The reason: you're the only dumbass stupid enough to add to your legal precariousness by sandbagging your attorney through your inability to keep your [virtual] mouth shut.

Have another drink - it's nearly 1 pm in Eugene, the sun's waaaay past the yardarm.


At 12:53 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Her name was Debbie, she was a teacher
She thought her wit beyond compare, so from deep within her lair
She blogged of children, she thought it funny
but soon they knocked upon her door, said show up in court at 4
She thought she was safe in cyber-space, but it blew up in her face

At Teh Crazee, Crazee Deb Frischster
Teh Crazee-est blog since Charlie Manson's
At Teh Crazee, Crazee Deb Frischster's
No logic or laughin, Teh Vodka's her passion
At Teh Crazee...she lost her mind

(Teh crazee...Crazee Deb Frischster)

She got a warrant, she got arrested
She was escorted to their car, She wished she'd just stayed at the bar
And when it's finished She'll lose her houses
But Debbie went a bit too far, Teh Crazee soared beyond the par
And then the lawsuits flew and Debbie's future too.
There were trials and a single verdict, so know just what will the bitch do

At Teh Crazee, Crazee Deb Frischster
Teh Crazee-est blog since Charlie Manson's
At Teh Crazee, Crazee Deb Frischster's
No logic or laughin, Teh Vodka's her passion
At Teh Crazee...she lost her mind

At 12:59 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Her father gets quite mad at me;
her mother gets upset—
when they catch her blogging
no lesson she's learned just yet.

Her father yells, "Turn that thing off!"
Mom says, "It’s time to study."
She'd rather blog her filth to show
why noone will be her buddy.

She sneaks downtown to look for work
and turns Tweh Crazee on low.
But mom see her blogging shit,
her mother yells out, "No!"

At 1:00 PM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...


Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!

At 1:00 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...


Here psycho psycho psycho.

You got some questions to answer you coward

At 1:05 PM, Blogger Timothy said...

It's good Deb doesn't get out much, she might befoul perfectly good Eugene watering holes with her stench. Just keep drinking the WTF (aka HRD) Vodka and mumbling to yourself, Deb.

At 1:07 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Hey Deb...find the microphones yet?

At 1:12 PM, Blogger Rabbit said...

Thanks alot. Now I've got Copacabana stuck in my head.

At 1:14 PM, Blogger Rabbit said...

I don't mind, really.
I admire your talent.

At 1:16 PM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

Thanks alot. Now I've got Copacabana stuck in my head.
Dammit! I didn't until you mentioned it!


At 1:23 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Ahhh...you'll get over it. Just think happy thoughts and switch you mind over to "We Are Family"

At 1:26 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Does it sting yet Ms. CCFCCP? Can you feel the burn? Still think you can even compare to the wit? Still think you are all that funny?

At 1:29 PM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Hey...here's a quick question for ya Little Debbie Sticky Bun...

Friday is the first of the month. Who is going to pay all your bills? Is Mumsie and daddums gonna fork over more cash? Or are you just gonna default on your bills and mortgage. After all, don't you need to pay your attorney? Aren't you going to have exhorbitant court fees to deal with?

You did know that bankruptcy is not an option right? See...as I remember correctly, bankruptcy does not cover court related fees or awards.

Have you applied for welfare yet? You might could do that...I mean it still isn't fair that the junkies in San Francisco make more than such an esteemed educator and academic such as you Royal Frischness.

At 1:41 PM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

I mean it still isn't fair that the junkies in San Francisco make more than such an esteemed educator and academic such as you Royal Frischness.

THAT'S gonna leave a mark.


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