Bad Law Professor of the Week

I doubt if any blogger will disagree with my assertion that, coming from Bill Clinton, the “O” of an onion ring is a vagina symbol.

Doubt harder.

Ah, Nuthouse. She freaked out after she was called out on the breast thing and it was bestest ever.

Her assertions are the equivalent of a little girl in the school yard who kicks the shins of her crush.

Sometimes an onion ring is just an onion ring. Though it is reassuring to know we have a vagilant law professor dissecting the diner-fare of campaign advertising.

@Pedonator: “vagilant” wasn’t a typo, was it. Wonderful.

@blogenfreude: Thanks. Sincerely, I think there’s never been a better time for vagilante justice. Long overdue.

Someone should tell the woman that not everything is some sort of fucking symbol.

@Signal to Noise: I think her slack jaw and bugged out eyes are symbols of a fuckwit college professor hungering to gobble camel schlong at the zoo.

I sound like her, don’t I? My self-absorbed mundane observations that I shout and crow about as if I’ve just written the Great American Novel or discovered the cure for cancer? I never realized how much I suck.

What does it mean that I often prefer the onion rings over the always awesome fries (skin still on, with pepper and salt) with my green chili and cheese Itsa Burger combo at Blake’s Lota Burger (NM-only chain)?

@Prommie: Oh please … you sound like her like I sound like Bill Kristol, i.e. not at all.

What does it mean when I bake an over-sized pumpkin until it’s nice and tender and throw it into the camel cage at the zoo for the camel to fuck while Ann Althouse gazes in wide-eyed wonder and fingers herself into a drooling, grunting orgasm?

Onion rings + chocolate shake + 3 a.m. = Stoner Munchie Run.

Any Fall Out Boy fans here? They just gave fifty large to No on Prop 8.

I had never heard of this Althouse before, and I’ve never watched a full episode of the Sopranos. Is this wrong?

It is far more interesting to…watch the animals and think of people.

Betcha when she watches a chimp flinging poo she thinks of John McCain. (I know I do).

I thought a Reverse Malkin had something to do with salad oil and a scrunchie.

@mellbell:

Yes, and yes, they win teh awesome award for today.

@FlyingChainSaw: I see that orgasm, its like Isabelle Huppert in La Pianiste, crouched between the parked cars in voyueristic ecstasy.

I, um, inserted the photo that caused Althouse to go apeshit if anyone wants a look.

@Tommmcatt Yet Again: Meh, not my favorite, but I’ll put kohl around my eyes, dye my hair black and paint my nails black if its gets monies to fight this thing. Also, bad news if you like Cold Stone Creamery: their founders gave money for Arizona’s gay marriage ban referendum.

@Tommmcatt Yet Again: No, it has to do with posters of Rachael Ray and a Hitachi Magic Wand.

@rptrcub: Cold stones, black hearts.

@FlyingChainSaw: I thought it was just the expression of someone without a useful thought in their head.

I think we’re both right.

@blogenfreude: Actually, the editor in question was turning back toward the camera. She was holding her fingers for L’il Abner to sniff just a moment before. She really missed the story.

Should I be at all concerned that the date burned into that photo includes the year 2066? Is The Future trying to tell us something?

Are we going to have to worry about some kind of wide-eyed millennial Battle of Hastings reprise or something?

@IanJ: By then they’ll be up to New New New New New Labour, and the country will collapse under the weight of all that stuttering.

@IanJ: The Future is trying to tell us that eventually SkyNet stopped making T-units with humanoid faces. However, Princess Sparkle Pony has informed us all of someone far, far scarier: the guy that Paulson chose to put in charge of all that bailout cheddah.

@rptrcub:
“Kali mah! Kali mah! Kali mah! I will take the 700 Billion, Doctor Chones and rule the world with my Thuggee Cult!”

Sorry I suddenly flashed back to the slightly racist character Thuggee Priest in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. You know, the guy who liked doing open heart surgery using his hand without the benefit of anesthesia.