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September 08, 2006

Because I Can Caption Contest

moonbat_with_uterus.jpg As he proudly Spoke Truth to Power, a disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Bradley: what if, in fact, a uterus was a substitute for a conscience?

Photo brazenly ripped off without so much as a by-your-leave from Vinnie.
















Posted by Cassandra at September 8, 2006 02:37 PM

Comments

He t-shirt says:

"↑’m W↑↑h S↑♂♂p↑d"

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 03:06 PM

Sure she's not the prettiest transexual at the party, but you should have seen Liza's picture before the surgery.

Posted by: Robbie at September 8, 2006 03:06 PM

Jim completely simply refused to go to all the sex education classes that were offered at Berkley.

Posted by: Dr. Harden Stuhl at September 8, 2006 03:20 PM

Should be

"Jim simply refused to go to all the sex education classes that were offered at Berkley."

Posted by: Dr. Harden Stuhl at September 8, 2006 03:23 PM

The problem is worse than we thought!

[slug] Insert photo
[Caption]McLEAN, Va. (AP) - Some species of male fish in the Potomac River and its tributaries are developing female sexual traits at a frequency higher than scientists have seen before, raising concerns about pollutants in a waterway that provides drinking water for millions of people.

Posted by: John of Argghhh! at September 8, 2006 03:27 PM

Sun Glasses: "Well, I'm an astronomer. That means Uranus is my business."

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 03:33 PM

Geez, Spd..
You're evil.

Posted by: Carrie at September 8, 2006 04:05 PM

Somehow, Bradley thought, sidewalk gynecologist advertising just may not take off.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at September 8, 2006 04:07 PM

Carrie, you're just now figuring that one out??

Sixes are his magic number. :)

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at September 8, 2006 04:08 PM

As Jim stood there holding that sign, he swore an oath to never, EVER tell his wife that he'd do ANYTHING to make up for forgetting her birthday.

Posted by: Carrie at September 8, 2006 04:10 PM

You just noticed that Carrie?

Anyway, I though Uranus wasn't a planet anymore?

John me lad: are you sure it wasn't you in that car?

[dusting off hands]

/and I'm outta here

Posted by: Cassandra at September 8, 2006 04:10 PM

"pffft... and you guys complain when she makes you hold her PURSE?!?!"

Posted by: ChatterBox at September 8, 2006 04:11 PM


Although gigelos were permitted to attend the Working Girl's Union (WGU) meetings, Juan Marco couldn't help but wonder if perhaps they needed their own representation.

Posted by: Kevin L at September 8, 2006 04:14 PM

Bubi's night job requires him to act as a walking billboard publicizing the sequel to "The Vagina Monologues".

Posted by: The Great Santini at September 8, 2006 04:28 PM

Ever eager to show his support for immigration rights, Pile Juan mistakingly took the first protest sign offered at the parade.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 04:51 PM

(Speaking in Arabic) Mr. Rahajj, hold this sign for me so I can take a picture for Aljazeera. What does it say? Oh yeah, it says, "May all you infidels die the death of a thousand cuts."

Posted by: ziobuck at September 8, 2006 05:02 PM

BTW (for the benefit of Cass), this guy is about as significant to his/her cause as the recently "marginalized" Pluto is to its sister planets. (?)

Posted by: ziobuck at September 8, 2006 05:06 PM

Seeing as how it never seemed to work for him, sometimes at night Ephram would lay awake for hours and wonder whether resting all of his hopes on polygamy was the sensible thing to do.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 05:10 PM

"For two beers, five bucks and 15 minutes of fame? What are you f**king kidding me? Give me the sign."

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 05:16 PM

My Uterus

My Business

And Business is.......well frankly, it could be better.

Posted by: Pile Juan® at September 8, 2006 06:12 PM

After six hours in the Des Moines sun without so much as a bite, Bob began to worry that the sale of his wife's reproductive organs might not cover the cost of restoring his vintage Mustang.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 07:20 PM

I can't believe I just said that.

Hello, Death. Take me sweetly.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 8, 2006 07:26 PM

It was Pluto that went into the West and diminished and remained Pluto.

MD's new boy toy hopes that mistress will approve of his religious fervor.

Posted by: UN Doctor at September 8, 2006 07:26 PM

We're running a special on uteruses (uteri?).

Posted by: camojack at September 8, 2006 11:13 PM

"It's in a jar on my desk."

Posted by: Cowboy Blob at September 8, 2006 11:27 PM

"But Stan, you don't HAVE a uterus!" "Don't you oppress me, you fascist!"

Posted by: Patrick Chester at September 9, 2006 02:13 AM

All your uteri belong to us

Posted by: commander0 at September 9, 2006 11:28 AM

Frank, NO! Put that sign away! I told you we were going to the THANKSGIVING PARADE! And I keep telling you - you're not a gynecologist until you finish college, go to medical school, and complete a residency.

Posted by: N.B. Goldstein at September 9, 2006 12:01 PM

"Price quotes available upon request."

Posted by: Hawkeye at September 9, 2006 02:22 PM

spd, that was snort worthy. I don't think death will take you, but Maureen Dowd just might have a few words to say about conscience.

Posted by: Cricket at September 10, 2006 09:16 AM

Well, I did not read it until last night, but I have to admit that I snorted too. But then I'm a sick puppy :)

Posted by: Cassandra at September 10, 2006 09:30 AM

I thought we were talking about a new alternative energy vehicle from Toyota!

Posted by: vet66 at September 10, 2006 10:25 AM

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