Holy Linkup, Instapundit! This is the kinda traffic I could get stuck in till both ass cheeks go numb! Plus, I checked out your pix and you’re pretty damn cute. Not sure about the shiny black jacket, but come to LA and we’ll go shopping. And I’ll pick your brain over margaritas about the intersection between advanced technologies and individual liberty… (that’s in his ‘about me’ section; not sure what it means but it turns me on.) Bottom line, I know you’re pretty heady and I’m pretty bodily, but I think we could learn from each other. I could give you the laywoman’s perspective on politics, pun intended.
Meanwhile, as I cadge (I thesaurus’d ‘scrounge’) for a hookup with a guy too smart for me in Tennessee, Brandy, former Moesha sitcom phenom, just got an eleven and a half carat diamond ring valued at over a million dollars from Phoenix Suns guard Quentin Richardson. Damn, Quentin! What up with THAT?! I know Brandy’s nice looking and has a good voice and decent comic timing (although I always identified more with Moesha’s boy-crazy pal Niecy) but Brandy’s no J Lo! Come to think of it, J Lo’s no J Lo either. (Personally, I think Brandy’s worth like 2 carats and a really nice lobster dinner – tops… maybe a $200 gift certificate to Burberry’s, too, if she’s nice to you when you’re sick.)
Maybe I’m just jealous cause I’ve never received jewelry from a guy. I got a T-shirt from a roadie once… and a pen from a pen salesman… but thassit. (btw, I took the pen and wrote, “i wanna break up with you, cheapskate” on a napkin like five minutes after getting it.)
Okay, I just googled Quentin and he’s gorgeous. Hey, with all the cosmetic surgery they do now, do they make white girls black? I’d love to switch colors.