“The Republicans have got to take a stand on this one. If they don’t, they can kiss their chances of ever getting back into power away,”
These are the words of Pat Robertson concerning the proposed nomination of Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court.
Seriously, who gives a rat’s ass about this guy? The Republican party wonders why they were trounced in the past presidential election? News flash: You listen to people like Pat Robertson. You give airtime to people like Pat Robertson.
This is the man, who in 1976, predicted that the end of the world was coming in October or November of 1982. October or November mind you. I suppose God couldn’t make up his mind. Wasn’t sure when he would have his “Destroy The World!” spell perfected.
For all you Republicans that want to get your guy in the WH next time around, do yourselves a solid. Ignore whack jobs like Pat Robertson, stop believing everything you hear on Fox News, and start talking some sense for a change.
RNC token black guy and Urkel wannabe Michael Steele proudly announced, “The era of apologizing for Republican mistakes of the past is now officially over.” I’m just wondering when the apologizing actually started. At least you guys now hold the record for the shortest era ever.
My five-year-old son put forth some pretty interesting ideas the other night. Maybe it’s the tap water or too many gummy vitamins, but he has definitely hit some heightened awareness few rarely reach. The conversation is as follows.
“Do you have holes in your stomach?”
“Huh? I think so. Yeah, one where the food goes in, and one where it goes out, I think.”
“Is it east and west holes?”
“Uh, maybe?”
“It would be funny if you could take your head and put it inside your stomach, and then, and then, and then, you could use your eyeballs to see through the holes in your stomach, right?”
“That would be really weird.”
“And then there wouldn’t be any cars on the street, and if you walked around on the street, you can’t see that there aren’t cars on the street because your eyeballs would be in your stomach.”
“Aren’t you tired yet?”
“East and west holes. Not north and south. That would be backwards.”
There was Poul Nyrup Rasmussen (pronounced [⁽ˈ⁾pʰʌʊ̯l ny(ː)ɔb̥ ˈʁɑsmusn̩] Oh come on, that’s easy!) Then there was Anders Fogh Rasmussen. And here comes…………Løkke Rasmussen! And none of these guys are related!
You Danes like you some Rasmussen’s.
“I’m the third Rasmussen in a row to hold this office. There was a difference between one and two. And you will be able to see a difference between two and three,” said Løkke.
Anders Fogh Rasmussen. (Photo by Pamela Juhl)
Lars Løkke Rasmussen (photo by Pamela Juhl)
The difference? Number two makes me want to turn gay, and number three makes me wonder if I left that Excel spreadsheet on my desktop or in my applications folder.
Who’s got the best IT in the world? Yep, it’s Denmark. They also have the happiest people in the world, and it’s probably due to their bad ass internet connections (who can download Danish porn faster than anyone? Why, the Danes, of course!).
Yes, those Danish folks can “happily” surf the internet all day while figuring out how they are going to pay their freakishly high taxes.
Sadly, Denmark fell from 13th to 14th in tourism this time around. Let’s face it, Legoland just ain’t what it used to be. Then again, there’s the Copenhagen Jazz Festival, but you’ll likely pay close to $12 for a pint of beer, which would give me just enough for…….about one pint of beer.
So revel in your technological awesomeness Denmark. For me, it’s crappy bandwidth and Pabst Blue Ribbon.
I don’t know about you guys, but when Iceland’s football team gets beaten by the Faroe Islands, I get a little jumpy. Seriously, when you let that header by Fródi Benjaminsen go by, I lost all faith in Icelandic sports. It’s the Faroe Islands guys. They’re so lazy, they have grass growing on the roofs of their houses.
I would have to agree with Iceland’s coach Ólafur Jóhannesson, when he said, “they lacked interest in the first half.”
So fellas, take one from the coach and stop lacking fucking interest and get out there and play some damn football, ok? I know your economy is completely in the shitter (seriously, this country is broke), but go soak in a hot spring, listen to some Sugarcubes, gaze upon a fjord, whatever, but Christ, get it together!
I’ll expect more when you guys go up against Saudi Arabia, unless it’s an away game, then you’re toast…..literally.
Finally! A place I can pick up a copy of Shrek II and Hot Chics on Matchsticks. That’s one-stop shopping, and it’s family night at Love Video & Boutique, open conveniently from 7am to 3am, with plenty-O “family” parking round back!
Now, there are two sides to every story, and this one is no different, literally. This happy little video stop is divided up between the “family” side, and the “mature” side, or for all my peeps, the northside and southside.
The family side is oddly quiet. mmmm….
The mature side is jumpin’!
So I’m getting the itch to go inside, but damn, I realize that I’ve got the kids in tow. Well hell, what to do? I could just leave em’ in the car? Come on, it’s just a porn shop, and it’s only 95 degrees outside. They’ll be ok.
But then, as if from god, it appears……..
Whew! Glad that sign was there.
But then I begin to think about the sign. No loitering at the porn store…No loitering at the porn store…. mmmm. Curiouser and curiouser cried Alice. Then she slipped on a jizz rag and died instantly.
-Much thanks to the wife for the term “pornocopia.” You’re all about the details.
