MOST FASCINATING OPENING SENTENCE OF A NEWS STORY YOU ARE LIKELY TO READ TODAY
Right here.
(Via Mr. James Lileks)
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(Via Mr. James Lileks)
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That lede should be taught in journalism classes across the world.
Posted by: Bryce | August 24, 2005 at 10:06 AM
Village People-style cap, emerged from the surf on an inflatable turtle.
The turtle was not actually part of the canine nuptial ceremony.
Posted by: MOTW | August 24, 2005 at 10:06 AM
I feel the need to comment, but I lack the words. Just absurdum from stem to stern.
Posted by: KOW | August 24, 2005 at 10:10 AM
I think the happy couple is registered at Petco. I got them a nice set of his/her poopy-pickup bags.
Posted by: Superficial Man | August 24, 2005 at 10:12 AM
I think this story is from the one thousand monkeys at one thousand typewriters school of journalism. Clearly, that's the only way that lead sentence could ever have been created.
Posted by: Boo Augustus | August 24, 2005 at 10:13 AM
Wasn't that exact sentence somewhere in Revelations? Right around that part about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Posted by: Chianca At Large | August 24, 2005 at 10:15 AM
"Golden Retriever Star and the Chihuahua Nuptuals" wbagnfarb
also
"Dog Wedding Crashers" would be a good premise for a movie
Posted by: Russell | August 24, 2005 at 10:15 AM
Sascha Baron COHEN. H'mm. Jewish rap singer??
"I'll introduce myself, I'm Ali G,
My ancestors walked across the Red Sea,
Don't belong to no gang or practice urban horror,
I just stay home and read the Torah!
You homies in the hood think you're so wise,
Let's see you get circumcized!
From the tribe of Cohen and proud of it too,
Don't mess with me, 'cause I'm a Jew!
GET DOWN!!"
Posted by: Candy Tutt | August 24, 2005 at 10:16 AM
I can see where he would be at a total loss for how to mock Pam in this particular event. It was already pretty much as absurd as it could get.
"What ya gonna do, Ali?"
"Guess I'll rugby tackle her."
"Yeah. Good. Let's roll."
Posted by: Christobol | August 24, 2005 at 10:26 AM
Hmmm...let's see. Ali G. has an inflatable turtle. All he needs now is an inflatable female and he can propose marriage.
Posted by: Aunt Nancy | August 24, 2005 at 10:37 AM
Hmmm...let's see. Ali G. has an inflatable turtle. All he needs now is an inflatable female and he can propose marriage.
Posted by: Aunt Nancy | August 24, 2005 at 10:38 AM
*applause* Excellent, Candy!
Posted by: MOTW | August 24, 2005 at 10:39 AM
*seem to have lost my post*
Bravo (again), Candy!
Anybody else think it's kind of cruel to rugby tackle someone with Hepatitis C?
Posted by: MOTW | August 24, 2005 at 10:43 AM
BRAVO, CANDY!
Excellent work!
Posted by: Eleanor | August 24, 2005 at 10:44 AM
I only pressed the POST button once, I swear!
Posted by: Aunt Nancy | August 24, 2005 at 10:45 AM
I just can't get the doggy wedding out of my head. A Golden Retriever and a Chihuahua??? I don't even want to think about that. Pam Anderson (while wonderful fodder for celebrity gossip and blogs) needs to be put out of my misery.
Posted by: Mrs. Swooshman (formerly known as Seatazzz) | August 24, 2005 at 10:48 AM
are we sure this wasn't a cricket update because when i read it, i had that same cocked head, what-the-heck-was-that-all-about look.
Posted by: crossgirl | August 24, 2005 at 10:56 AM
Mrs. S - look past the wedding at the beautiful beach landscape: shining sand...soft, rolling waves...palm trees swaying in the breeze...scantily clad, muscular men...
Meanwhile, behind you, Pam Anderson realizes that Ali G just rugby tackled her into a big pile of dog poo.
Posted by: Aunt Nancy | August 24, 2005 at 10:59 AM
ROTFL AN!!!!!
There IS justice in the world!!!
Posted by: Mrs. Swooshman (formerly known as Seatazzz) | August 24, 2005 at 11:07 AM
So whose inflatables were bigger ? Pam's or Ali G's ?
Posted by: Sean | August 24, 2005 at 11:09 AM
"Pam was presiding over the nuptials of her Golden Retriever Star to Chihuahua Luca".....
i'm still LOL over that visual. um, is the Golden gonna crush that poor lil chihuahua? what will their kids look like?
Ali G is a weirdo. but a good poem there candy. i love the concept of a jewish rapper.
Posted by: queensbee | August 24, 2005 at 11:11 AM
Ali G: "Pamela Anderson, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your dogs' wedding. And I hope their first Golden Retriever/Chihuahua mix be a masculine Golden Retriever/Chihuahua mix. I pledge my ever-ending loyalty.
Wait.
This is sick.
You're going down Pam."
*fears waking up to horse head in bed*
Posted by: observer | August 24, 2005 at 11:23 AM
A'int nuffink finah dan Pammy, bruv.
Posted by: Booyakasha! | August 24, 2005 at 11:24 AM
Candy, very nice, yo.
Reminds me of
The Hebrew Hammer
Posted by: markhh | August 24, 2005 at 01:10 PM
Let me try that link again...
The Hebrew Hammer
Posted by: markhh | August 24, 2005 at 01:13 PM
Somebody made up all of that crap!
If not, it's just too sad to think about.
Posted by: slyeyes | August 24, 2005 at 01:13 PM
That was def, Candy!
Numba one in da kibbutz, G!
Posted by: qetzal | August 24, 2005 at 01:31 PM
I KNOW there's a joke in here somewhere about the dangers of gigantic exploding water balloons; somebody help me out--Cbol? Beuller?
Posted by: I Hear Dread People | August 24, 2005 at 01:31 PM
Chianica--I recall the passage in Revelations:
On such a day whence the little dog weds, and the beast which bears the swollen breast is felled, the end is nigh.
Posted by: Martinishark | August 24, 2005 at 01:38 PM
But most importantly, James Lileks is a blog contributor!!!
THE James Lileks!
Wow.
Creator of one of my favorite websites of all time...
Gallery of Regrettable Food!
Wow.
Posted by: Idle Warship | August 24, 2005 at 01:44 PM
Idle, I have the book and it's a scream. He also has one out now about 60s and 70s furniture. I forget the name of it, but it is also hilarious.
Posted by: Suzy Q | August 24, 2005 at 01:49 PM
I had STACKS of old recipe cards that had belonged to my mother from the 50s, 60's and 70s.
I LOVED to look through them and laugh at the ridiculous way they portrayed food items in the photographs. I could have easily become a collector of those things. Alas, they were lost in the great "Wife Cleanout" attack of '99. I did not come across Lilek's "gallery" until some time later.
His other assaults on the style of those days are very funny as well. In retrospect, if I still had those cards I'd send then to him.
Posted by: Idle Warship | August 24, 2005 at 02:07 PM
I just love the matter-of-fact tone of the opening paragraph--yes, Pam Anderson was presiding over doggy nuptuals....but that's not the weird part!
By the way, it sounds like quite a few here have not yet experienced Ali G. For those not yet up to speed, go here --> http://www.hbo.com/alig/
Posted by: Bill | August 24, 2005 at 02:53 PM
can anyone explain the difference between a "rugby tackle" and - uh - well, just a plain old regular tackle? Is there some special technique involved - maybe an elbow to the head or something?
Posted by: TCK | August 24, 2005 at 03:00 PM
Idle and Suzy - I love James Lilek, who I "discovered" by way of DB a while back, and I read his blog The Bleat every day - it's great!
Posted by: Eleanor | August 24, 2005 at 03:12 PM
A rugby tackle is different.
Posted by: spinner8 | August 24, 2005 at 04:15 PM
ignore this test, please
Posted by: Julio | August 24, 2005 at 04:56 PM
Spinner8: Eeeww...
*vows never to play rugby*
*vows to ignore smiles on rugby players' faces*
Julio: You have failed the test. You're much too talented to ignore. I'm a great fan of "All the Girls I've Loved Before."
Posted by: kj | August 24, 2005 at 09:44 PM
This is only a test.
In the advent of a real emergency, we'd be playing "taps", not that annoying siren.
Posted by: Amy | August 25, 2005 at 09:56 AM
What are you blithering on about, thee art fucktards!
Ali G, what dost thou know of it - american tossers!
It may be worth noting, that the whole world considers America to be the smelly kid, that everyone pokes fun at in the playground - you know, the one who got a tummy infection from playing with is dogs balls.
Posted by: ben | November 16, 2005 at 05:51 PM
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