Wordsmoker Anthropology: 2009 Predictions
December 31, 2008 in Wordsmoker Anthropology
Hello again, mortals. It’s that time of year when we look forward to the next year even though it’s still this year and wonder what the coming year will bring us next year in the way of events, happenings, and perhaps chocolate in the new year.
She hates me for talking about my kids. Hmmm. Anyway, Gawker’s Richard recently wrote about the Duggar family and their 18 kids 
“Rocky if it was written by Arthur Miller over a long weekend. Marisa Tomei is hot”.
Fuck-brained, relentless breeders the “Palin Family” got another little bundle of joy today as “Bristol” Palin squeezed out yet another mouth-breathing oxygen-stealer in the form of poor little “Tripp” Palin, who weighed in at seven pounds, four ounces, no chances. Yes. “Tripp”. Pity the child named after a walking accident. Feel sorrow for the jokes the poor little boy will endure throughout his long adolescence, his short adulthood, and his untimely death at the hands of a snowmobile with an erratic starter motor. Yes. I feel his pain.
So it’s Christmas Eve and I have to do that thing. You know what thing. That thing. That which is regarded as the most heinous, odious, sacrificial, Pagonistic ritual of all things on Christmas Eve. One that may leave you drained of corpuscle elasticity, depleted of mental dexterity, the bringer on of homicidal thoughts, a true act in self-mutilation, and ultimately the harbinger of lameness so acute it has no determined name to describe its loosening of bowel function sense of impending doom.