Showing posts with label Madison Cawthorn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madison Cawthorn. Show all posts

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Bobservations

At one end of our back deck we have a huge Holly bush, roughly ten feet tall, and I am the one who usually trims it. I can reach a great deal of it from the ground and roughly three-quarters of the top from the deck but need a ladder to completely trim to top of Holly. Last weekend, I hauled a ladder from the garage and set it up alongside the Holly bush, and then called Carlos, who was edging the lawn along the fence line, to come hold the ladder while I finished my job.

Afterwards, he went back to his mowing while I carted the ladder back into the garage and then mowed the back lawn and cleaned up some other shrubbery that needed a cut.

Later, I was in the office and Carlos came back and said:

“Do I need to put the ladder away?”

“No, I put it away when I was finished.”

“Okay.”

We did some inside housework, and then I cooked dinner and after that I was back in the office doing some more paperwork when Carlos appeared in the doorway and said:

“Do I need to put the ladder away?”

“No, I put it away when I was finished.”

“Okay.”

“Um, are you Groundhogging me or gaslighting me?”

“Why?”

“Because you asked me that question a few hours ago.”

“I don’t remember … ”

Groundhogging, I think.

This Tuxedo Memory—with a little help from MaxGoldberg and Consuelo—is from August 2015:

“And, speaking of cats ... the other morning, ready to leave for work, I walked into the bedroom to make the bed and saw that.

I backed out slowly … and made the bed when I got home from work that night.

It’s not that the cats rule our house it’s just that meow meow meow meow rule. Uh oh.

Sidenote: my dear friend Laura saw this picture when I posted it to Facebook and saw that piece of pillow sticking out from the pillowcase and asked if it was some kind of corncob-shaped sex toy or something.

It isn't; we don't leave those out on the bed for the cats ... not anymore.”

Poor Consuelo, left alone there on the side of the bed with no cat cuddling her.

The transcript of an FBI interview made public last week details how Walt Nauta, an aide to Hair Furor, characterized what was the boxes of documents found at Mar-Illegal:

News clippings, hairspray, and shampoo.

Seriously. Boxes of news clippings, hairspray, and shampoo in the bathrooms, the ballroom and under the pool.

In January 2018, when reports first surfaced that her husband had paid off a porn star for sex, Melanie was furious, and jetted off to Palm Beach, leaving her cheating bastard of a husband in DC. And now that the criminal trial against Hair Furor has started, Melanie has not appeared with her cheating bastard of a husband in court; she has privately said this case is “his problem” and not hers, but also claims the case is election interference.

I wonder how she’ll feel when Stormy testifies to having sex with Hair Furor, all the gory, orange, mushroom sized details of it all.

There isn’t a jet that can take her far enough away.

Former congressman Madison Cawthorn reportedly crashed his vehicle into a Florida Highway Patrol cruiser on Monday; Alethea Shapiro shared on X that she was driving on I-75 at around 4:30 PM when a black sports car began tailgating her:

“I ignored it, assuming the person would go around me if they were so impatient, [but] when they didn’t I just decided to change lanes so I didn’t have to stress it.”

Minutes later, when traffic came to a standstill, she says that same vehicle ran into an FHP cruiser; FHP spokesperson Greg Bueno confirmed that a patrol vehicle was rear-ended by a car driven by a 28-year-old man from Cape Coral; public records show Cawthorn lives in Cape Coral.

The story doesn’t mean much since Cawthorn is a nobody once again, but after that video of his nekkid fun times with his male cousin or friend made the rounds last year, the headline:

Madison Cawthorn Rear-Ends Florida Police Officer

… took on a whole new meaning.

For the second day this week, Mr-Former-Fake-One-Term-Twice-Impeached-Currently-Four-Time-Criminally-Indicted-Not-My-President-Gurl  fell sleep in court; CNN contributor Norm Eisen tweeted:

“[Thing 45] is asleep again.”

After Maggie Haberman’s reporting for The New York Times about Napping Donald became a huge source for mockery from the media and from the Biden campaign, Hair Furor was pissy about the coverage and Haberman says he “glared” at her in court.

Well, at least he was awake.

I am heartbroken, heartbroken, I say to learn that "The Golden Bachelor" couple Gerry Turner and Theresa Nist are getting divorced after three months of marriage.

Who ever thought you could meet twenty-plus women, date most of them, schtup a few, fall in love with a couple, pick one of those and get married all in the space of a few months and that it wouldn’t last?

I mean, besides me?

This is Mark Romain, openly gay male dancer at RuPaul’s Las Vegas Drag Show, and one of the men chosen to receive a drag queen makeover on this season’s Drag Race. Hot and sexy and gay, but Would You Hit it?

Thursday, July 28, 2022

Bobservations

I’ve said many times here on this blog that Carlos’ knowledge of Pop Culture is almost nil. I mean, the man thinks every single blond female singer is, as he calls her, Ma-dough-na, so this Carlos Tale is no real surprise.

The other night we were watching Jeopardy and the Final Jeopardy answer was;

“This female singer was first inducted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as part of a group in 1997 but was also inducted as a solo artist in 2014.”

I instantly said:

“Stevie Nicks.”

Carlos begins to laugh, hard, and I ask why. In between snorts and guffaws, he says:

“They said female singer.”

It took me ten minutes to explain to him who Stevie Nicks is.

PS My answer was correct.

If you care about children’s lives at all, this should make you run to the polls and vote for pro-gun control candidates.

Thing 45 says he has a plan to deal with the homeless: open up large parcels of inexpensive land in the outer reaches of the city and put them in high quality tents.

Concentration camps.

Glenn Thompson, a Republican lawmaker from Pennsylvania joined the majority of his GOP colleagues in voting against a House bill that would codify federal protections for same-sex marriage.

Three days later he attended his gay son’s wedding and released a statement saying he and his wife “were thrilled to attend and celebrate their son’s marriage.”

You know, before it became illegal since that’s what Daddy wants.

I am always looking for the perfect corset to keep my girlish figure, and this one also comes with a hat! Win, win!

Being a musician, Carlos has a thing for commercial jingles, but being an Absentminded Professor type, he rarely remembers any words that go along with the jingle. The other morning an Ozempic commercial came on with their little jingle:

“♪ ♫ Oh-Oh-Oh-Ozempic♫ ♪”

 But Carlos sings:

“♪ ♫ Oh-Oh-Oh-Ocentric♫ ♪”

I explain to him that it’s Ozempic and not Ocentric, and he says:

“In my country it’s pronounced ‘centric.’”

I can’t win with that.

Since he's an idiot, GOP Congressman Matt Gaetz decided to steal a stance on pro-choice activists from Herschel Walker’s lump of fluff son at a rally over the weekend:

"Why is it that the women with the least likelihood of getting pregnant are the ones most worried about having abortions? Nobody wants to impregnate you if you look like a thumb … They're like five-two, 350 pounds and they're like, 'give me my abortions or I'll get up and march and protest.'”

I know, pig. The next week he was confronted by a reporter who asked if he was worried that his comments might offend anyone, and this tool replied:

“Be offended.”

I don’t think Matt Gaetz knows the power of women because most of the women he deals with are underage girls he meets as a sex trafficker.

PS  While the House overwhelmingly passed a bipartisan bill to support human trafficking victims by a vote of 401-20, Matt Gaetz, currently under federal investigation for the alleged sex trafficking of a 17-year-old girl, was a ‘No’.

I recently attended a funeral here in Smallville and during the service I asked the widow if I could say a word; she agreed, so I stood up and said:

“Plethora.”

I sat back down, she looked at me, smiled, and said:

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

Could have happened.

Oops, it appears Little Madison Cawthorn has no money to repay the supporters who donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to his reelection efforts even though he is required by law to refund the donations.

The campaign claims the money has already been spent … on trips to Chick-Fil-A, Papa’s Beer, high-end cigar shops, vacations in Florida and hundreds of thousands of dollars in consulting and fundraising fees Cawthorn paid to his friend and campaign manager, Blake Harp.

No mention of the money Madison spent on women’s lingerie for his cruise vacations.

Cayman Cardiff is a fitness model, actor and model, personal trainer and premed Student and also a hot hunk of homosexual himbo. So, Would You Hit It?