Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

09 November 2011

The Duggar-Bobs are at it again...

Author's warning:  Proceed with caution.  Shows graphic images of toys behaving badly.

So it would appear that the Duggar-Bob's are expecting child number 20.

(I will wait for the gasps of shock and awe to subside.)

Personally?  I've been expecting this announcement for a while.  The Duggar-Bob's have been out of the media spotlight for a while and you can't have 19 Kids... And Counting without cranking out at least one more.  (Otherwise, you might as well quit counting, am I right?  And then TLC will cancel your show.  Right, Jon and Kate?)  

Also?  Jim Bob has been looking self-satisfied of late and Michelle Bob has been looking worn out, which generally means Mama's Got a Squeeze Box, Daddy Never Sleeps At Night.  (Okay, ick.  I just skeeved myself out with that one.)

Which leads me to what really bugs me about the whole Duggar-Bob thing.  It's not so much the "How Many Fucking Kids Do You Need" thing...  If they want to pop out a crotchling every year or so until Michelle Bob's vagina falls off, what's it to me?  I can have opinions out the hoo-hah (which I do... believe me) but realistically, they can obviously afford these children, they are well taken care of, they are polite, respectful, and not personally costing ME any money, so in many ways, I honestly don't give a rat's ass that they will soon have one more mouth to feed.  

It's the idea of Jim Bob and Michelle gettin' it on.  That's the part that bothers me.

"Ooh baby, you looked so hot expelling that afterbirth... I can't wait to get you home.  Who's your Daddy?"

I started getting visuals when the oldest Duggar-Bob son got married.   Jim Bob's Sex Talk went like this:  "It's like Legos, son..."


Sex is like Legos?

Jim Bob and Michelle have sex... like Legos?

You mean... Like this?

Good to know, Jim Bob... Good to know.

So now I have a permanent visual of Michelle Bob, with her Fem-Mullet and her denim prairie skirt flipped over her head, with Jim Bob...

Oh God.

I can't even say it.