Dear Spam/Comment of the Week, Part 3.

Thanks to the holidays, I’m all thrown off of my blog rhythm.  Nevertheless, it seems time for a comment update.

Comment of the week:

This week we’re looking at Nancy Jean’s reply to Another T-shirt No-no.:

I’m with your mom–the guy on Brian’s shirt is obviously much younger and cuter than Osama.

what you really need to do now is start a collection of cute T-shirts for Bennett

my daughter had one that said “My mommy wears combat boots” that totally rocked (I was in the Air Force at the time)

Dear Nancy Jean, 

Okay, I wasn’t freaked out because the face on the shirt exclusively looks like Osama.  It’s just…  Well…  Let me put it this way: I don’t want to believe in stereotypes, but if that face walked through any security checkpoint at any national airport, he’d be “randomly” selected for a pat down every time.  Am I right?  I’m not saying it’s a good thing or bad thing.  It’s just a true thing.

As far as cool shirts go, we’re off to a decent start with a onesie that was gifted to us!  It says, “My mom’s hairstyle is better than yours!”  Of course, now that I’m a mom, I’m having as many bad hair days as good so I don’t know how accurate that is.  But I am familiar with the combat boot reference!

Holy XOXO’s,

Suzy**

Spam of the week:

From louis vuitton wallets in response to Rum tummy tummy…:

I like this site so much, bookmarked. “American soldiers must be turned into lambs and eating them is tolerated.” by Muammar Qaddafi.
louis vuitton wallets http://www.louisvuittonbeltny.com/

Dear louis vuitton wallets,

Whoa.  

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I don’t know who you think you are (or even who you actually are), but the fact that you’d even reference such a quote leads me to believe that you don’t actually “like this site so much.”  How could you when we obviously don’t have anything in common as 1) I don’t own a shred of Louis Vuitton and 2) I’d like for all of our soldiers to be treated with respect before, during and after they serve.

“Lambs.”  Pffff.  You better watch it.

I can’t even bring myself to “Holy XOXO” this,

Suzy**