O-Blad-dee, O-blah-go,wish I was smokin’ a fish taco right now.

What, you mean this blog isn’t “real work”???!!!!

I’m also hearing Barak Obama isn’t *really* Black. Huh? What’s that all about?

Christ! Now what am I going to do with my life till you come back?!

All the terrorists have to do is spill a coffee cup of water across I-15 every day and it will bring California transit to a stand-still.

Does this mean I have to interpret Kristol’s latest rant by myself, without the benefit of pie?

Not a total freeze-out. It’s raining in Glens Falls and I have power.

Feel a little guilty about that while many are in the dark. But, don’t throw a shoe at me over it.

I can’t believe everyone in the room didn’t start chucking shoes at him. Duck, lame duck, duck.

Perma-Shorter Bill Kristol:

[bullshit]blah[/bullshit]

It’s always accurate, and you waste less time this way.

If only that intrepid journalist had been dating Imelda Marcos he’d have had enough ammo to do some serious damage…

Well, when you come up with a title as fine as “I Crist a Girl”, you deserve a couple of days off.

Here in the Deep South, a dangerous maniac with a gun was spotted outside of an elementary school. A lockdown ensued, students under their desks, SWAT team summoned. It was a 15 year old kid… skipping school… hunting squirrels… with a .22 rifle.

If you’re a wingnut adult, you’re not dressed if you’re not wearing Depends.

“Lot’s off stuff…?”

Two grammatical errors in three words.

(Channeling Mr. Burns) “Exxxxcellent!”

Shut up, Repack Rider. Fenway’s got a hip problem. Making fun of Tbogg now would be like someone making fun of the New York governor because he’s blind. Oh, wait.

Carry on.

To the Tboggs, don’t worry about us. We can insult each other without your help for a couple of days. Best wishes for Fenway’s recovery from whatever it is.

Let’s try to keep the place clean while we’re on our own, and if that doesn’t work at least take care of any unsightly messes before we get caught.

Get better Fenway.

When I was a twelve year old kid in Medford, Oregon, back in 1960 a bunch of us would gather together every Saturday morning and ride our bikes out to the city dump to shoot rats. Every one of us had a .22 rifle laid across the handle bars. We were all thought to be great kids because we weren’t in gangs and we didn’t have ducktail haircuts.

Nothing wrong with surfing and getting stoned.

Fish tacos, on the other hand…

Just leave the Glenfiddich on the table, m’kay? Go and enjoy the girls and
some tranquility.

Hope Fenway’ll be home and top of his game muy pronto. Cause ya know Thursday’s only 3 days away.

I wouldn’t mind a fish taco right about now–not to mention a lovely pair of coconuts, phwoar!

*shivering in Blagojevitchenstein while the wolves howl and doleful balalaika music plays in the background*

How can a puppy have a hip problem?