Polly's Crushed Me

Oh, the humanity.

Our dearest Polly seems to have self-expression issues.

Not only is she projecting herself to be a mud-wrestling puta (see previous post), but her infamous bubblebath shot is stolen, too. I found it here. Here's her shot. Again, you be the judge.

(Sigh)

It gets worse campers. The shot that she swore again and again that was her...is itself a rip-off.

That's right, the image to your right comes from here.

So here's the truth as I see it: Polly could be a guy for all we know.

Put up or shut-up Paulina. There's no one by the name you gave on the Peoria Pundit in the phone book. Your pics are a fraud. Stay anon and be proud of it. Or come out, already. Just quit pretending to come out of the proverbial blogging closet if you're really not going to.

(I say she's Sandberg.)

Polly's Telling Dirty Lies

Polly Peoria, once one of my favorite bloggers, is telling a whopper.

She's says this pic is of her trying to bury her ex-boss in the mud at a charity fundraiser. The problem is, as one anonymous poster pointed out, this picture is easily found on other sites. All you have to do is look at the name of the photo (barro.jpg, by the way) and search for it on Google Images. Turns out this is really a shot of a couple of nasty looking Spanish putas. (Incidentally, I wonder how many hits I'll get for the words "mud wrestling" and "putas".)

The problem is Polly called anon a liar. She stuck by her guns.

Frankly, she's full of crap. Here's the actual shots (nsf). You be the judge. This very shot she used is the one captioned 250 veces vista.

Polly, what happened? You disappeared for ages and then you start ripping photos and passing them off as yourself. First you're anon. Then you're not. Now, you're trying for anon again? Come on already. Are you really some guy named Larry or what?

UPDATE: As of this morning (8/2), Polly has removed the mud wrestling post from her Blog. Hmmm.

Public Salute To The Morning Tent Pole

Ahhh, you gotta love the view of Peoria as you crest the hill on I-74 West in East Peoria. What an impression. Well, at least it would have been last night if I hadn't been laughing so hard at an idiotic billboard.

Right before the crest, some mattress company put up a billboard showing a very attractive, nude female form (from behind...and without a behind) lying on a mattress. The headline?

"Still Waking Up Stiff?"

Is this an ad for a mattress or for Viagra?

Where's Bob Dole?

Obviously, this one was not written by a man.

And speaking of that part of town...how desperate is the developer of the big glass monstrosity of a building that's now parked on the hill on the way up Fondulac Drive? They are advertising everywhere! Ugly ads, I might ad.

Still, I hope like heck the guy succeeds. What a horrible spot for a near-empty building.

The School of Hard Knocks

While reading about the controversy surrounding the Israeli kids that wrote pen pal notes on bombs meant for Lebanon (brings new meaning to a graffiti tag, doesn't it?), I ran across this ad:


I'm guessing the coursework would include popular Israeli-English vernacular...which would include learning valuable phrases like:

• Excuse me, where could I find a bomb shelter?
  
  
• Is that an AK-47 in your robe or are you just happy to see me?
  
  
• Please take my bus seat. Those bombs look heavy.
  
  
• It's a bird...it's a plane...no, it's another friggin Leb rocket!
  
  
• Say, baby, you're lookin' might fine in those cammos.
  
  
• Does my policy have a suicide bomber clause?
  
  
• Are your legs tired, cuz you been running through my Kibbutz all day?
  
  
• Your mamma wears combat boots.
  

Any others?

Incidentally, I'm totally behind Israel in this one...my esteemed Congressman (this guy) notwithstanding.

Fun with the Fellowship

I know, I know...don't post other people's stuff.

But I loved this!

Just click on the image...

Where Governors Holiday

Note to former New Jersey Governor, Jim McGreevey:

When the truck stops get old (and I can't imagine that taking very long), try a road trip to Kentucky...home to one of my favorite place names, Big Bone Lick State Park.

Think of it as a bath house, au naturale. Where you can stretch your legs, smell the fresh air and squeel like an unrepenatent pig to your little lungs give out. It's Blue Grass meets Blue Boy, Deliverance meets Delivery Driver, Porta John meets Elton John, Coal Miner's Daughter meets...well, coal miner.

Hee Haw, Governor! Be careful, though...that blue grass'll stain your knees fur shure.

Alive & Clicking

I'm still around.

I've just been too busy to blog.

And speaking of too busy...where 'o where is Polly?

Sigh. If only we all had time to sit around and blog all day...

(Incidentally, I don't think I have it in me to call him Billy.)