IF CASTRO, IN FACT, DIES...
...and you are the kind of person who likes REALLY wild street parties, you want to get to Miami now.
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...and you are the kind of person who likes REALLY wild street parties, you want to get to Miami now.
Now they want to take away our precious Malaysian constitutional right to name childen "Smelly Head."
(Thanks to Guin)
Here is the opportunity of a lifetime.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
UPDATE: And here is a very special item for clinically insane people Red Sox fans (thanks to Andrew Hoenig).
Men are dogs.
(Thanks to Kendall Avery)
Iran cracks down on bad words.
(Thanks to chicomathmom)
(This blog apologizes if this story has already been all over the Internet, but this blog is on vacation)
Aquí están los diagramas esquemáticos del perímetro en fecha novecientas horas de tiempo del este del terrorismo:
Están sosteniendo a Gato "manija" Bauer del granjero en limbo brutal del hiato del verano a bordo del carguero chino "argumento secundario de los mares." Audrey se está ocupando de estas noticias llorando, que es cómo ella trata de bonito mucho todo que le suceda, incluyendo salida del sol. Edgar, aunque aún es muerto, auditioning activamente para otras partes, incluyendo el plomo en la película próxima: "Shamu, los años." Ahora le damos vuelta encima a nuestro Steve regularmente programar.
(Thnx 1st to Betsi Freeman)
...this blog can only laugh.
(Thanks to Bob Brogan)
Key Quote: "This is the largest (toilet papering) case we've had in recent memory."
Women, get ready to nod knowingly.
(Thanks to Russell Mc)
(Thanks to crossgirl)
Don't. Don't even think about this one. Seriously.
(We refuse to thank The Perts. We are going to start a new category -- Do Not Click This Link -- just for this item.)
Perhaps a thick coating of Magic Cheese would help.
(Thanks to DavCat)
After a summer of soccer/headbutt-covering and book-strumpeting, the Blog Family is finally going on an actual summer vacation. So blogging from me will be highly sporadic for the next week or so. But rest assured that you will be in good hands.
(Thanks to Robert Benjamin)
Back in 2004, when Ridley and I were out strumpeting for our first book, we did a signing at a Costco (Yes! A Costco!) in California. To our surprise and delight and mild fear, several people came dressed as pirates. A CrapCam photo of that event was blogged here. The tall guy on the left in back is the blogperson known as Mike Weasel; the woman next to him is the blogsterette known as Mad Scientist. Before that moment, they had never met. And guess what?
That's right: They never saw each other again.
No! Kidding!
On Friday night, Mad and Mike got married. I am not making this up. So, to Mike and Mad, this blog says: Congratulations, and best wishes, and may you enjoy many fine swashbuckling years together.
Get ready.
(Thanks to goodbuddy)
(Also thanks to Betsi)
(For the record, this blog had a college roommate that this blog sometimes called Cosmic Bob)
Guys liven things up.
(Thanks to Betsi)
They're escaping, probably with the aid of squirrels. And not to alarm anybody, but: apparently they're trying to catch planes.
Now you can't even cuddle a conger.
(Thanks to Mr. Jeff Arch)
Guys care about the environment.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
This totally justifies locking the refrigerator.
(Thanks to markhh)
It's time for Nudity in the News: This week we have dangerous criminals, lovers, police officers, victims, and collectors.
(Thanks to fivver, DavCat, Gary, Jeannie Kelly, and Jeff Meyerson)
Whatever you do, do not read too far down in this article.
(Thanks to RussellMc)
Put down those mothballs now. But keep them near, just in case.
(Thanks to Claire Martin and Siouxie Cruz)
(Thanks to DavCat)
The distant sound of strumpeting, strumpeting....
(Photo)
Trying to beat out Davenport Iowa in the burgeoning Office Supply Art field.
(Thanks to Wziemski)
But can we point out that Marijuana Gumballs WBAGNFARB?
(Thanks to sthnbelle)
From the site of the giant-head gossip woman:
(Scroll down here:)
Paris Hilton says that Barry Manilow is one her favorite singers. Just don’t ask her to name any of his songs. “I don't know what he sings, but he's sexy,” the partying heiress told the Scottish Daily Record. “He has nice calm music.”
(Thanks to funniegrrl)
OK, the blog seems to be working again. But I won't be doing much blogging, because Ridley and I are charging around St. Louis in Full Strumpet Mode. I am pleased to report that Ridley's house has electricity. The roof is gone, but we can keep the beer cold.
He really puts his, um... his self into his work.
(Thanks to Siouxie Cruz)
It's not for the faint of heart.
Check out the Picture of the Day. Makes a man proud.
Inexplicably, they still haven't identified this guy. You'd think all the barking would give him away.
(Thanks to Drew Harchick, even though the s.b. saw it repeatedly on the news and yet somehow failed to think of blogging it.)
Ridley and I are at the San Francisco airport, preparing to go to St. Louis, where we will see if Ridley has electricity, or what. I know I have asked this question before, but I would still like to know why it is that people in otherwise quiet airport waiting areas believe that they must talk VERY LOUD INTO THEIR CELL PHONES.
We don't like the sound of this at all.
(Thanks to Deb Rowley, who sent this in via snailmail)
(Thanks to Schadeboy, who notes: "Maybe he'll shoot Homer in the thigh.")