December 2009 Archives

Breeders Gone Wild!

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Happy Holidays Kids! 

Welcome to the Breeders Gone Wild year-end edition of The Mad Mom. If you all are anything like me, you've spent the last month eating your face off and are prone to deranged and depraved acts of insanity fueled by copious amounts of sugar and alcohol. 

So I hereby provide you with some last, sinful tasty morsels before we ring in a brand new decade. Here's hoping it's less of a collective shit storm than 2009, where it seems the Grim Reaper took a big dump all over our biznazz. Basta already.

And now for some things remotely amusing...

Ivana "Choke A Bitch" Trump

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If you get on a plane with your kids and pass Ivana Trump in First Class, you better dose 'em with Bloodies and Benedryl or risk a swift ass-whoopin' from the Big I herself! 

The Orlando Sentinel reported that Ivana lost her shit and had to be removed from a LaGuardia bound Delta flight from Palm Beach because the "little fuckers" around her wouldn't "shut up." She then told the sheriffs taking her off the flight to "fuck off" as well. 

Gotta give it to her - the ol' bird's got chutzpah! Ivana's 'bout ready to choke a little bitch in the name of peace and quiet!

Hmn. Perhaps all that Studio 54 Seconal succeeded in wiping her own children's formative years from her memory. But as a parent who has recently been through the hell of trying to contain a pissed off two year old on a flight (as told here in my piece for MomLogic, Air Wars), I can confidently explain that no one wanted those kids to shut up more than their parents. As utterly painful and annoying as errant children can be, there's absolutely no need to cunt out. Just relax, pop a Xanax, and pop on some of those Bose headphones or some shit. And by all means, leave the miserable parent of those kids the fuck alone. I promise you, they are having a worse time than you are. Cunting out like that only hurts the cunt-er - not the cunt-ee.  

And now for more hardy tales of Breeders Gone Wild!

A Rare Documented Case of Drunka Mis-Fortuna

File this under demented and sad, but social.

A few entries ago, I educated you readers about Drunka Fortuna, a common condition unique to New Englanders. Also known as Luck Of The Irish, it bestows them with an equal ratio of death-defying luck to the alcohol levels in their bloodstream. 

But, as with all conditions, symptoms vary greatly from person to person and Drunka Fortuna can quickly turn into something less fun, the mighty Drunka Mis-Fortuna.  No, it's not a drag queen in heels the shape of martini glasses. Here's a hearty example: This 37 year old Manchester NH mother passed out drunk in a snowbank outside her children's daycare -- after she'd picked her kids up and left them in her car...engine still running. After she was discovered by a maintenance worker, the woman was charged with an aggravated DWI. 

Alright. You've tsked. You can laugh now.

Tiny Tranny Thief Does a B&E


Poor little four year old Hayden Wright. On a late night quest to locate his jailbird daddy, he  went to his granddaddy's cooler out back, popped the top on an ice cold Bud and opened a bunch of presents in his unsuspecting neighbor's house, including a cute little brown number he just had to put on. 

As seen in this interview, his poor mother was real cool about cross-dressing, and the fact that he performed a seamless B&E that'd no doubt make his daddy proud. She just couldn't believe how he got the beer open in the first place. "How he got it open, I don't understand," she says. "It's one of those tab beers."

Stupid Item Of The Week

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Pretty sure I first saw this goodie on MomLogic, but it's been so damn long I can't find the link. Still, isn't it a beauty to behold? What a convenient way of treating your infant like less than an animal! Perhaps those Ivana Trump offenders should consider this handy little device when next crossing her path. Toting your child has never been easier! Simply pack, hermetically seal, and go!

Happy New Year Bitches! 

xx
The Mad Mom


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December Will Be Magic

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The holiday season is officially upon us and we find ourselves festooned with garland, our cheeks stuffed with rugelach and social obligations up the wazoo. Get down!


So who can we laugh at today?

Lambert Cracks Whip, Inserts Tongue

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Im'a do a lil' Hag Supreme crossover this week, because this Adam Lambert-infused ridiculousity needs to be addressed. I saw his flamboyant performance on the AMA's and you know what? Who cares. By canceling his appearance, GMA did nothing but raise Lambert's YouTube Q rating, along with his penis.

US Mag gives us this righteous snippet from Lambert's interview on Ellen yesterday:

"People aren't used to seeing a gay man like that on TV. The gay male in the media tends to be very cliche and safe."

WORD, my sista/brotha. What kind of gay/straight double standard allows Madonna to cop a squat on the faces of endless sinewy backup dancers and you're barely allowed to let your tongue accidentally graze the mic? 

So you made the performance your "coming out" to compensate for all those subdued gender neutral stylings you felt compelled to serve us on American Idol. So the only thing gayer would have been to employ the use of a feather boa, jazz hands and a rousing rendition of "Everything's Coming Up Roses."  SO WHAT.

"My dad was like, 'Maybe you should apologize, Adam,' he says. I was like, 'You know, dad, I don't feel like I did anything wrong. It just wasn't maybe the right judgment call. It's a taste thing more than an obscenity thing. I think it's just a taste level.' "

Yeah, kinda like that backup dancer got to taste the level of the zipper on your pants! 

A tip of the penii to you, Sir Lamberto. You hit notes I only dream of and I love it when you are rawer than sushi. Let 'em say what they'll say. This Hag Supreme's got your back. 

Yo Gabba Gabba!

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In matters of a more parental advisory nature, I spent a saw buck I didn't have to take my sweet Go-Go Girl to Yo Gabba Gabba Live at the Beacon Theatre. And let me tell you, it was well worth the saw buck and more to see the look on her lil' face when The Roots took the stage to give us some "Lovely, Love." And thanks to Biz Markie, she's got a promising career in beatboxing ahead of her.

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If they tour again and you have chitlins in the age range, or your simply stoned off your ass, you must go. It's a spectacle to behold.

Idiot Of The Week

Seeing as the Sarah Palin/Oprah fiasco was last week (McCain lost the election because he told me what to eat, how to dress and how to do my hair! Wasn't me! That's why I've gone rogue! Look, my hairs as big as a regular soccer moms now! And I'm wearing my best Joyce Leslie!), a new, and believe it or not even better, fuck up has occurred that deserves your attention, courtesy of my MomLogic people.

Just covered a piece for them about an asshole from rural PA who saw fit to take his ten year old girl hunting (to kick off the season) and they both got shot because she dropped the rifle off of a treestand.

So not only was this kid expected to trade in her Holly Hobby for a Ruger Model 44 bigger than she is, she was expected to be proficient enough to manage the kickback of it whilst balancing herself at high altitude. 

The kicker? The Game Commission deems this as LEGAL. Apparently in hunting circles, it's perfectly legal for children under the age of 12 to fire a rifle if accompanied by a licensed hunter over the age of 21.

I'm not into hunting myself, but adults are going to do what they will. But this kid should be painting Cotton Candy pink on her fingernails for fun, not to detract from the numerous stitches across her hand she gleaned from her first bullet wound courtesy of dear ol' Dad's flaming idiocy. 


Loser. Literally.


If you haven't gotten a load of these literal videos, please do so. They're cute.

Stupid Situation Of The Week

Oh the horror! Maclaren strollers issued a recall on over 1 million strollers because 12, count 'em 12 toddlers lost their fingers to the side hinges.

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Now I'm not poo-pooing the recall itself.  I'm simply wondering about people who feel compelled to fold up this stroller in such close proximity to a toddler in the first fucking place. 

After all, closing a Maclaren is somewhat of a violent act in and of itself. You have to kick down a handle, kick up the hinge in the back then bend the damn thing over using your entire body. Isn't there as great a risk for bashing your kid upside the head with a wheel during this complex endeavor? Seriously, who thinks it's cool to let little Rylee or Baylee reach into the basket for their sippy cup while this rather large contraption of aluminum and cloth is flailing about?


That's it for now sexsi people! 

xo

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