Considering the repeated, status quo failure of the United States government, the NFL, and MLB... I'm issuing my final 2025 dominipede alert for Sunday, September 28 at 3:04 pm.
Hint: Everyone has a cell phone.
7 NFL stadiums, 15 MLB stadiums, and D-g knows what else.
Pittsburgh would not be impacted. Steelers play the Vikings at 9:30 ET in Dublin, Ireland and the Pirates play their final game of the season down in Atlanta.
In other news, I'm going to give an "Orange Prolapse" Award...
to any triumphant lesbian who sings the following parody at karaoke.
Trump Is A Shitshow
sonofsaf
Trump is a shitshow
Donald lied, hate from a far right baboon
Trump is a shitshow
He’s a buffoon
Why is it any wonder, that everyone’s smoking meth
Melania Euro-bombshell, American Hegseth
Stormy had a job to blow, his mushroom wasn’t fake
A Lake Tahoe clown, piece of shit, a clown with well done steak
Kushner’s a Jew
Kushner’s a Jew
Oh…a Hebrew
Oh
Trump is a shitshow
Donald lied, hate from a far right baboon
Trump is a shitshow
He’s a buffoon
Eating at McDonald’s, why is JD Vance the veep?
Hamas kills their hostages, but Hezbollah’s in deep
Muslims and their sadness, the U.S. is gonna test
Lake Tahoe had a flood, Stormy Daniels was his guest
Kushner’s a Jew
Kushner’s a Jew
Oh…a Hebrew
Oh
Trump is a shitshow
Donald lied, hate from a far right baboon
Trump is a shitshow
He’s a buffoon
Truth or dare, twat will stink
Truth or dare, a bad lay
Forty-seven’s a fuckin’ cunt
And he’s gay
Trump, Trump is a shitshow
Kristi Noem
Kristi Noem
Kristi Noem
She’s fuckin' Noem
Trump is a shitshow
Oh… Donald lied, hate from a far right baboon
Trump is a shitshow
He’s a buffoon
Kristi Noem
Kristi Noem
She’s fuckin' Noem
Trump is a shitshow
Oh… Donald lied, hate from a far right baboon
Trump is a shitshow
He’s a buffoon
Kristi Noem
Kristi Noem
Kristi Noem
Come To My Window
Melissa Etheridge
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath
And I would stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go to ease this precious ache
And you don't know how much I'd give or how much I can take
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh...to reach you
Oh
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
Keeping my eyes open, I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises I know that I can't keep
Nothing fills the blackness that has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood, I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh...to reach you
Oh
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I don't care what they think
I don't care what they say
What do they know about this love
Anyway
Come, come to my window
I'll be home
I'll be home
I'll be home
I'm coming home
Come to my window
Oh... crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I'll be home
I'll be home
I'm coming home
Come to my window
Oh... crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I'll be home
I'll be home
I'll be home
From 1989 to the present, Melissa Etheridge has twatted the Burgh a grand total of 12 times. Never seen her.
Two brief Etheridge anecdotes:
I once scalped a Lilith Fair at Star Lake and some dyke in the lot called me a "fuckin' cockwad."
'Twas a true highlight in my decades-long history of ticket scalping.
On another occasion back in the mid-90's, a bunch of us were hanging out at the Linsly Outdoor Center in Raccoon State Park. A chunky lesbian named Tish was serenading her girlfriend Andi around the campfire. Singing this particular song while strumming her acoustic guitar. At its conclusion, I remarked, "God damnit, I really hate that song. It's so fuckin' overplayed." Tish glared at me with utter contempt and glibly commented "I hope you die."
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