THOSE BASTARD KOI RUSTLERS
Now they've taken Darth.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
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Now they've taken Darth.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
We say: a drooling deer faucet.
(Thanks to B.J. White)
We bet she didn't say "vociferous" in writing.
(Thanks to Afurrica)
(Thanks to Lord Greg)
...you get to make new friends.
Now the bastards are using Mexican milk snakes in Tameside.
Key Quote: The unnamed snake is now being cared for at the centre and will be used for training or re-housed.
Rehoused? ReHOUSED??
Dang Yankers.
So last night I got on this small "commuter" airplane, the kind that works on propellers, and I was sitting in the front, and directly ahead of me was this large airplane piece, and on it were these words:
DO NOT REMOVE FROM AIRCRAFT
If found, please contact MOC 800 677 0819
What the hell is that about? Who would remove an airplane piece? And WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY "IF FOUND"?????
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Are these guys attractive or not?
(Thanks to Mike Zlotnick)
(Thanks to many alert readers)
Key quote: Nearly half of the undecideds were uncertain whether Bush should get another term.
(Thanks to Peter Campbell: "To which I ask, um, and the other half?")
I'm on the road for the next couple of days, so blogging from me will be sporadic. In the spirit of good sportsmanship, I want to extend my congratulations to the New York Yankers.
You're wasting your time with the British.
(Thanks to Gretchen)
The American League championship playoffs start tonight. Let's all root in a fair and balanced manner.
This sort of thing may be inevitable when a man can't get the pickle jar open for way too long, if you catch my drift.
(Thanks to many alert readers)
I'll be giving a talk at Florida International University on October 21. Are you looking for a serious and thoughtful analysis of the presidential race? This will not even come close. But I hope you can make it anyway, because it's for a good cause: a scholarship fund established in memory of my late father-in-law, Leonard Kaufman, a truly good guy. They have a pretty good deal whereby you can get a copy of Ridley's and my book with your admission ticket, and I'll be happy to sign my name to it. Or, if you prefer, Herman Melville's name, which was "Herman Melville."
...you're talking about the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources.
(Thanks to Anne Morton)
Never mind. They already can.
(Thanks to Karl Mazurak)
Even if you're a priest.
(Thanks to Peter Gregory)
(Thanks, indirectly, to Samantha Ollinger)
And we've got video.
(Thanks to Joel Koh)
Because you didn't really like your chest up that high, anyway.
(Thanks to Trystan Shout)
...is on its way to this guy.
(Thanks to Lord Greg)
In reference to today's column, in which Mister Language Person discusses the alarming trend of stupid names for coffee sizes, many people have emailed to inform me that Seattle's Best Coffee is owned by Starbucks. To those people, I gratefully respond: OK, but the coffee-size names are still stupid. Thank you.
A snake apparently attempted to vote in Australia, where this is illegal (unlike Florida, where anybody can vote). In sports news, according to this story, "Big Snake ran over the back of Matthew Hansen and started punching Farmanara." There was also a golf snake, which we frankly think there should be more of.
Hi Dave,
In a recent article on shopping and yaks you wrote, "For a guy, reading the manual is tantamount to admitting that, manhoodwise, you are in the hamster category."
I used to do research with hamsters years ago. A male hamster that weighs about 100 grams has testes that together weigh about 2 grams when he's in his reproductive state. For a 200 pound guy that would be like hauling around 4 1-pound packages of hamburger between your legs.
Then, conveniently, when winter comes on and it gets cold and the daylight gets very short, reproduction is not an option and the hamster's testes shrink down to merely human proportions.
Food for thought.
Doug Fitts
Who says we can't make a difference?
Robin Big Snake has been reassigned.
OK, you might have to register to read this story in the Miami Herald, and I apologize for that, but if you do read it, I guarantee that your reaction will be, quote: Huh?
Over the B-word.
(Thanks to Dave Gaebler)
(Thanks to Dennis Gamble)
We would still be staring at this.
(Thanks to Susan Kosior)
Sheep abuse, Aussie style. Not to mention frog oddities that we'd rather not go into at this point.
(Thanks to Lord Greg)
Now my 'puters won't talk to each other. Apparently this is for security reasons. Otherwise, I might give my own self a virus! That's the kind of malicious bastard I am. So I have called Harry. Harry can fix it. If anything ever happens to Harry, I will kill myself, assuming Windows XP will permit me to.
Well, it's all installed, and so far everything seems to b
My computer has downloaded and spontaneously started installing something called "Windows XP Service Pack 2," and I am very, very nervous.
UPDATE This is truly terrifying.
...it's the attack of the alien disco lights.
(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)
"Man's best friend," indeed.
Yay.
Now they're after Easter eggs.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
(Troubling question: Easter eggs are made in October?)
Now they're taking away our right to doctor library videotapes.
(Thanks to Angie)
This looks like a fun hobby.
Key Question That Has Bothered Us for Ages: What are your chances of getting a sexed pair of frogs from unsexable froglets?
Will it never end?
Key Quote: "They are in every crack, every bush and every nook and cranny."
Here's a reason to go on living.