Happy Pescatarian Thanksgiving, Bunnies!


Be sure to wash down that tofurky with several sips of vino. And for dessert …

We’ll be back sometime over the weekend.

Fasten your seatbelts for upcoming posts:

Burro in the hot tub (yes, it’s next!)

A Skankatron horror show of epic proportions

Rhoda on a rampage


  1. That poor, undercooked turkey and the puddle of gak beneath it never fails to horrify.

      • Garnish with cranberry guacamole!

        Do you think Julie’s going to come home for Craymas, and will Dodi B. join her? Will they buy him a matching Craymas sweater? I am frankly agog.

        • I’d kill for a fauxto of Judy, Dodi, Robyn, and Petey kicking up their legs in forced holibray cheer on the back lawn of the Lakeside Assisted Living Facility.

          • I think we may have to wait until Christmas for the “”meet the parents in our ugly jimmy jams” photo. I am eager to see if her poor brother and his family show up for the event or just ship out to a lovely vacation elsewhere. I can’t even imagine the horror of having a Julia as my only sibling.

        • Served with generous sides of brussel sprouts a la terre and sweet potato turds

  2. That’s quite a walk down memory lane (and through the Hall of Noses). Oh, Preppy Housewife Judy and Sex and the City Judy, we hardly knew ye. The Morticia Pelts and Caftans Judy of today is a far cry from Judys Past.

  3. Catuerwaller trying to nail down a male for preggers an route to Costa Rica…ugh hope he wraps it unlike novowels

    • I noted Jaahass has a new beau. Golly, I hope he’s not purtier than she is and she forces her woo buddies to tell her how bee-u-ti-ful she is. Over and over again. Those fragile goddess psyches!

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