Wow! Another shooting. This time it's with an employee for NASA.(Or so it's being reported) What are they serving in the tang. First that nut job with the mace and diapers and now some disgruntal soon to be, ex employee.(who goes postal before he's due to get canned? Sheesh, give them a chance to change their minds about you. At least tardiness wasn't an issue) Ohh and employers, how and the hell did he know that he was gonna get canned? That should have been the best kept secret since Who Shot JR? But back to the perp.
For real, are the benefits that great??? If I really had a grand mother, I'm sure she'd say "We're in the last days." But since I don't, this is coming from the words of my creator.

Although the news is gloomy, the world is right with me. Martin and I are doing great! The weather in Florida is perfect, and Sanjaya's ass is off of Idol.
I firmly believe that parents finally put their feet down and made the tweens go to bed before they could vote.(I really don't see any adult over the age of 18 voting for him, unless they were friends, family, and perverts) At anyrate, now the real competition can begin.

I'm out.
Jinger with A "J"

Hi Everyone.
I'm doing well. Martin is doing great. No, we aren't expecting yet. We're just enjoying ourselves. Finding out about each other's bad habits. For instance, how many times do I have to fall into the toilet bowl before I remember to look before I sit. And ladies, I'm trying hard to break him in. Today I'm leaving a picture with instructions on how to lower the lid after he pees.
Oh, and I'm sure that we're going to be committed for life. We now play the farting game(I usually win) and talk with each other on the toilet with the door ajar. (Maybe gross, but it's love.)
Oh and ladies, he really is fine when he gets up in the morning. And no, morning breath does not disuade us from morning loving. Rather it heats things up. hehehe.

I better go before I disclose all of our business.
I'll keep you all posted.

Ciao,
Jinger

Imus. Imus. Imus. Shame on you and your crew. Calling the girls of the Rutger's basketball team nappy ho's and jigaboo's. What were you thinking? My bad, you weren't thinking. You were lost in the racist moment, and thinking that no one really listened to your corny show, except for other card toting clan members. You slipped up.

Shame on Imus for saying out loud what lies in his racist heart. These women didn't deserve his angry rant. And I hope that sponsors pull their ads from his radio show.

What if MSNBC yank his sorry program... humm that's saying something.

Jinger