And Kitchy's streak continues!

viva la kitchy! congrats everyone!

So does my streak, for that matter.

But don't worry, Cord, I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that I'm just not that interesting. :)

YES!!!! Love me some commies. I don't know who juju was talking about, but I lay you odds it's either Britney or Paris. I would back juju with either one of these choices.

I firmly believe Kitchy has yet to win because she has yet to say anything that Cord can turn against her. :) Congrats, as far as I'm concerned you've managed to outsmart him thus far.

what the fuck? i thought i'd win one every week…i guess cord giveth, cord taketh away. that teaches me to skip a couple of days on mollygood like i did last week…lesson learned cord. lesson learned.

I never paid too much attention to the way Star Jones breathed but I will now, Juju.

my streak too… although i like to think of Cord's little "unreadable" comment as a tiny little hommage to me. Therefore, Ill never get one. Its cool.

Congrats all!

sorry cait… didn't mean to deny your non-com-abilities. I'm just glad Cord left my labia out of the commies this week.

Wow, the commies are awesome this week.

It's jujubees, bitches. Apparently I figured out the right person I needed to blow to get a commie. I'm not ashamed about it either.

I can't remember who it was. Damn pain pills.

OH yes. Thanks Jill. I hate the way she breathes becuase it sounds like she's wheezing when she's talking. It makes me want to punch her in the larynx.

i'm so jealous of you ju…commies and pain pills. you and your pouch have it made.

My pouch is filled with bon bons today. But now since I won a commie® I'm going to fill it with Bacardi.

Ok, I'm going to get a little teary here, but I totally love the mollygood disfunctional family. Ya'll are great. That's what I get for having a little vodka and diet coke, I get all sentimental.

bacardi?

pain pills?

vodka and diet coke?

is this blog heaven or what?

seriously STM. and blah, i love you but it's spelled d-y-s-f-u-n-c-t-i-o-n-a-l.

We have to drink and pop pills becuase all the other blog posters come here to tell us how much they hate us. We're our own island.

James, I would attempt some fake-ass comeback and say "I meant to do that, I'm just drinking!", but no seriously, I suck at spelling. :)

me too blah that's why i have to feel superior to others whenever i can ;)

At least we can ALL feel superior to Denise15. It is our commonalities which bind us.

We'll always have that. And, ANTM. And side note. Project Runway starts this week. I don't know if I can contain my joy.

Hilarious, blah. Not only do our commonalities bind us, but our love of liquor and controlled substances.

"We're our own island." Like Ibiza. Which, coincidentally, is liquor, pills, and drug haven.

word to your moms.

I'm going home to pout and make Chicken Saag and naan. Later, hags. ;)

Later, Cait.

I like it. We're like Ibiza but without the dj's. We really need a dj.

So true. We do need a DJ. Not a DJ Tanner, though. No one needs her.

chicken saag is the yum. I make a pretty good lamb saag.

We don't need Becky either. Her whiny complaining ass always irked me.

Oh crap. wrong dj. I was thinking Roseanne not Full house.

I go to Rite Aid real quick and come back people are tearing up, drinking bacardi and vodka and something about full house, god damn you immense need for printer paper.

Ugh…the loser streak continues. Juju I think your win was the funniest commie of all :-)

Congratulations, Jujubees! And everyone else, of course. Thanks for wanting to punch her in the larynx, too. Since you first publicly hated her breathing, I had to hear it myself. All I can say is, I concur, but my reaction was that I wanted to kick her in the throat. Maybe we could tag team her pulmonary system to a pulp.

See, I'm not wrong on this. It's like she holds her breath while talking and then has to take a gulp of air between phrases. Let's kick her.

Yes, let's. Repeatedly. And then let's kill her. You know where, Juju.

In.The.Face.

Ooh, DJ Connor. Good one, blah.

Was the whole breathing comment about Star Jones? Maybe it has to do with the fact that her stomach is now the size of a popcorn flavoured jelly bean. I don't know what that has to do with breathing, but maybe the doctor decided to be a jerk and put some old kleenex from the bottom of his purse in her lungs. just a thought.

star jones is awful.

I'm glad my childhood was good for something! I'll have to call my mom and tell her all those years of church and Christian school finally paid off. I may have been told that every normal human instinct is evil, that I'd go to hell for listening to rock music and dancing, that any hint of sexuality would make me a whore(and whores, of course, also burn in hell), and god forbid I had an original thought in my head, but I won a Commie for my trouble!! WOO HOO!

Ok, so maybe I have a few issues with religion. I don't know, just a little bit:) Hmmm, maybe this is why I spent a lot of time in the principal's office, where, of course, they still gave out swats to high schoolers. A 16 yr. old girl getting swatted in the ass with a big wooden paddle by another woman with an old guy watching, seems okay right?? lol

It depends on your definition of porn, I s'pose.

i knew that deerstalker hat would come in handy someday; all it took was patience…
juju, i totally agree about the breathing. she squeaks when she talks too. i think only dogs and creatures from her home planet can truly understand her. also maybe bats.

And life continues to be good!

No need to take off that crown, Kitchy.