Girls, don't waste your time on Tree-Hugging Sister's son Ebola. According to his own admission in the New York Times, he's flat broke. Unless your idea of a good time is sitting on a curb talking and perhaps sharing a swig from his wrinkled-paperbag clad screw-topped bottle of Budweiser, it's best to move along.
Posted by floridacracker at April 2, 2007 10:49 AMYes, move down the coast to Tampa. I'll fix you authentic Nawlins' red beans and rice to candlelight on a white linen table cloth over a tiger oak table. Sangiovese and Aqua Minerale for your wine and water glasses, respectively. Good reparte' guaranteed.
Laissez le bon ton roulet.
Golddiggers need not apply.
Posted by: Paco Malo at April 2, 2007 02:22 PMMad because you taunted my baby? Oh, HELL no! I owe you a big wet kiss for saving him from all the moneygrubbing, no class, jar o' cat piss Miracle Whip lugging trailer tramps that woulda thrown themselves at him if they'd thought he HAD money...
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 4, 2007 07:45 PMYou're absolutely right. A girl should appreciate your son for himself and not mind chipping in for gas money. He's springing for the Hot-to-Go burritos from the 7-11, after all.
Posted by: Donnah at April 4, 2007 08:28 PM