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March 30, 2008

Important Sandy Day O'Connor Thong Alert

Thing a Thong of Thixpenthe
A Pocketful of Ry...

Hold that thought. This isn't about Ry at all. It's about BillT and his admittedly disturbing habit of prancing around outside the wire clad in nothing but a thong:

Thanks for all the e-mails (mostly inquiries as to when I expected to regain my sanity and take up housekeeping *inside* a bunker) and comments expressing concern for my post-bottle rocket wellbeing, but geez, it's not like I'm doing rilly *dangerous* stuff anymore [note to Twin: Try a spoonful of Pepto before bedtime].

Drives those al Qaeda fellers farging nuts. The good news in all of this is that it doth well appear this blog's fave female former Supreme Court justice won't be joining him anytime soon:

Justice Sandra Day O'Connor acknowledges that she won't have to wear a thong bathing suit if she visits the state parks of Florida: Details are contained in the update to my post from earlier this month titled "At a minimum, don't omit 'at a minimum.'"

Whew! That was a close one.

As always, the Editorial Staff is not to be outdone in its stern commitment to be anywhere the evil Bush administration threatens judicial independence.

The enemies of freedom had best sleep with one eye open: at least as long as BillT and Sandy are around.

All we can say is that we're hoping Bill will run out of ammunition soon. We never thought this run of thong posts would go on this long.

Shameful, really.

Posted by Cassandra at March 30, 2008 09:58 AM

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If BillT is running around in naught but a thong, the last thing I want to do is keep an eye -- either eye -- open.

Posted by: DL-Sly at March 30, 2008 01:50 PM

Great. Thanks so much. Now I need a brain scrubber to get rid of THAT image before I head to church. I am SO going to hell...

Posted by: HomefrontSix at March 30, 2008 01:53 PM

I hear Cass and Carrie will be serving Blue Hawaiian's there......

Posted by: DL-Sly at March 30, 2008 02:20 PM

I worked with the Marine Corps for a very long time.
Just an observation but, you don't sound like any Marine wife I know. You do have an interesting blog I will say.

Posted by: Bob at March 30, 2008 07:21 PM

She's not like any Marine wife that anybody knows!

She's a mutant! And dyspeptic to boot! Run away before she steals you soul!

Evil Blog Princess! Bad! Bad! Bad! And Sly too!

Too many exclamation marks! I'm done being sarcastic now!!!

Posted by: Don Brouhaha! at March 30, 2008 08:19 PM

"Run away before she steals you soul!"
Oh, and now you tell us!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by: Boris at March 30, 2008 09:12 PM

Stand back, Citizens, and let me handle this! No, I am not some caped crusader, but I AM immune to Cass' soul-stealing abilities. Having sold my soul long ago, there is nothing left for her or anyone else to steal. Ha ha!

At worst, she will take a second position interest on my soul behind the original mortgageholder. On a practical level, though, once the Lord Host of the Hoary Netherworld forecloses on a soul, there is never any equity remaining for secondary or tertiary secured interest-holders, much less anything for general, unsecured creditors.

Plus, any outright theft would merely be a temporary possessory interest. Everyone knows a thief cannot pass good title, and loses to the actual, valid titleholder regardless of bona fide purchaser or holder in due course status.

Therefore, the rest of you can run and save yourselves. Being immune, I will fend off the she-demon while you make good your escape!

Posted by: a former european at March 30, 2008 10:33 PM

She's a dyspeptic boot? Who knew?

And, Don, you forgot the "DL"....very important that DL, ya know.
heh heh-heh hehhhhhhhhh

Posted by: DL-Sly at March 30, 2008 10:59 PM

"Plus, any outright theft would merely be a temporary possessory interest."
You sir, apparently under estimate the power of the dark si... errrr, FDIC...

Now if you will excuse me, I am overdue for my nightly barefooted sensual tromp through my bank vault.

Posted by: Milburn Drysdale at March 30, 2008 11:58 PM

Thing a Thong of Thixpenthe
A Pocketful of Ry...

Ry...Cooder? Only Ry I ever heard of...

Posted by: camojack at March 31, 2008 01:31 AM

Ry from over at Castle Argghhh, Camo. Who has been entirely too quiet of late, by the way.

I assure you Bob, I am the soul of decorum in real life.

Or the soul of something. Very likely sotto voce sarcasm.

Posted by: Cass at March 31, 2008 04:57 AM

Well, like, I thought you shut this place down, dear woman and hadn't thought to stop in because o' that.

That, and I been busy doing something I was unprepared for the last 3 months. I guess John didn't tell you. you did something important without meaning to months ago. Thanks. Got me outta a tight spot. And for some reason in my imaginatioo you sound like that O'Hara woman who was in Bettlejuice and Home Alone.

And how did I get dragged into this? Pocket fur of Ry? Thongs? Oh lord, I dread the next time I apply for a job and they google me. ;)

Posted by: ry at March 31, 2008 10:00 AM

I guess I'm remiss in my blog surfing, huh?

I'll have to go over there again...soon.

Right now though, my 10 minute 5 AM break is o'er...

Posted by: camojack at April 1, 2008 05:12 AM

All we can say is that we're hoping Bill will run out of ammunition soon. We never thought this run of thong posts would go on this long.

To cite Arlo Guthrie, "I ain't proud. Or tired."

I *can* keep it going, you know.

Or I can escalate.

Posted by: BillT at April 5, 2008 12:22 PM

Bill ~ I double dog dare you to escalate it.

Posted by: Pot-stirrer at April 8, 2008 07:01 PM