Humpty Dumpty Ball Park Hot Dog Potato Chips
What else can I add to that? Potato chips which taste like hot dogs, with relish. Seriously.
OK, I can add something – check out their other flavors: Fries and Gravy and Grilled Cheese and Ketchup
Teacher Arrested After Bookmark Called Concealed Weapon
bq. Harrington said she’ll never again carry her bookmark into an airport.
Guess she learned her lesson. Just think, you could have been mauled by a 50-something schoolteacher and her bookmark!
This poster is one example of why so many people in the non-coastal states think that lefties are communists. Capitalism isn’t necessary, with the implication that you would like to get rid of capitalism then? Replacing it with one of those nice systems like centrally-controlled economies or anarchy, I suppose. Those work so much better.
Just found LOW MORALE, thanks to
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bq. I’ve enjoyed how the commercials play them up as “oddities,” because really, that’s the best way to persuade people to eat shit.
I’m amused by this. I consider it the Frequent Fuckers Card, though. Buy six Viagra pills, get the seventh one free. Guys getting a stack of like 10 of these cards, just for bragging rights…
Came up with another new design for the shops – Some mornings it’s just not worth chewing through the leather straps. I think it’s funny.
Got a cool error from the military proxy server today:
bq. explicitly denied. Reason: art/culture
Yeah, we don’t want any of that art and culture junk to get on-base!
Jon Stewart is hilarious. My favorite quote from this piece about Saddam’s hatred of the U.S.:
bq. Democrats – always standing up for what they later realize they should have believed in.
I added a pair of Size Matters stores to my Cafepress pantheon. Not that I actually sell anything, but it amuses me that such items exist. Don’t forget my other designs:
What Would Cthulhu Do?
I’m not wearing any pants (inspired by
Army Girl
Sassy Bitch
Ninja
Eat Me
Get Odd
Mess With Texas
In the last two days, approximately seven million flies have appeared on our dining room floor. They seem to have come out of nowhere to die in our house. I believe that it is all part of an insectoid suicide pact. I picture a tiny messianic figure and itty bitty barrels of koolaid.
Holly has been taunted and harassed by the blue jays who are living in our pecan tree. They dive at her, and she thinks she can catch them. She has a very small brain.
My cow-orkers tend to say some absurd things that they think make sense. Here are a couple from this week.
“I’m ok with Word until you get into the advanced features. How do you delete a page break?” Um, yeah. That’s not really advanced so much as it is blatantly obvious. DELETE key ring a bell?
“I don’t run an antivirus because it would be a step backward for me. As a programmer, I know how things propagate and I’ve got a good router.” Sure you do. The magical kind of router that is not only a stateful packet sniffer but stops trojan horses and updates itself automatically to prevent file corruption on all computers attached to it. Fantastic technology.
It’s been a while since I posted about Urinal Etiquette, so I suppose it is time.
My boss was in the restroom the other day when I went in. He was at the far-right urinal, so I (naturally) took the far-left one. This maximizes the distance between us, and minimizes any inclination to make eye contact or otherwise violate the Urinal Code.
I guess it wasn’t far enough. He started up a conversation. Apparently the man has never heard of the Urinal Code. Shocking.
Stolen shamelessly from Pouk23, I give you the Holy Armor of God, on Bush.
Oh, the hypocrisy. Oh, the irony. Oh, the absurdity.
What is truly sad is this woman represents a large and important bloc of swing voters this fall. God help us all.
Gun safety presenter shoots self
He’s ok, but what amazing irony. It’s hilarious, in a dark way.
Especially for Ernunnos.
If you weren’t sure about the sheer chutzpah (or arrogance depending on your affiliation) of our current President, check out this clip from the Letterman show. He uses a producer’s sweater as a cleaning rag for his spectacles!