- A meteorologist with a full head of hair.
- Green soft soap in a public restroom
AND THEY CALL ME MAD!
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
AND THEY CALL ME MAD!
44 Knives and Sharp Instruments.
Can any of youse guys play instruments or sing? Because I was envisioning my role to be more like C or C from C & C Music Factory.
You know, you would think, “What’s there for Brian not to like?” It’s a Web site with cat pictures and captions with a name sort of like an affinity to one of my blogs: MyCatHatesYou.com.
I mean, it’s meh a bit relative to ICanHasCheezburger.com and StuffOnMyCat.com. But I tolerated it for a few clicks until I got to this entry.
Vulgarity+Cheney=Comedy Gold!
Well, no, not so much. That’s just juvenile, really. I mean, I do from time to time run to a little schizophrenic satire about politicians with whom I do not agree, but simply saying Fuck <politician> isn’t any sort of intelligent humor no matter how you package it, Ms. Cho.
Maybe the site will be worthwhile after the author emerges from puberty at the age of 40 or so.
Actually, “Mele Kalikimaka” is Hawaii’s way of saying, “Into the volcano, haole, you have offended Pele.”
Blagojevich: Resignation, Impeachment, or “Suicide”?
In Johnny Gilbert’s voice: "This… is…. GĂ©rard Depardieu!"
Happy Thanksgiving, you say?
Well, it’s just as well since the T-72s I ordered from Omen Wannabi, a Somalian e-mail contact, haven’t come yet.
Has anyone else noticed that the sun has begun setting earlier since the country elected Obama as President?
What does it mean?
Let’s just say, as far as investing goes, I keep it real. I bought all my current penny stocks before they all did the trendy thing and became penny stocks. I’m no sell out.
You know I wish that I had Jessie’s grill.
I wish I could, just once, run into Nancy Pelosi on the street, just so I could approach her and ask, “Mrs. Reagan?”
Stay back, I know Karate (and three other Japanese words).
Sorry, no post, but I just saw the expression sang-froid in a book and thought of all the wonderful puns I could use as post titles if possible. Since it’s looking impossible in the near term, I’ll just do a post dumping them for you:
Sang-Freud
Sang-Fraud
And rest assured I will use it in a sentence today. And a two-year-old will parrot it back, much to my delight.
You forget to whose blog you’ve come.

Of course not.
Because of a mistake by an intern in the wardrobe department, the oldies station today featured Judy in disguise with diamonds and Lucy in the sky with glasses.
(That’s a joke for you, Charles, since you’re the only one who reads this blog who would get it. Not necessarily find it funny, mind you, but understand the attempt.)
Easter came early this year because Congress, in an attempt to bolster the economy by strengthening first quarter numbers, passed an act to move the holiday forward into the end of March.
Google it!
More stuff means less floorspace to vacuum. It encourages efficiency, baby.
A joke on Deb’s site that I shared easily with my mother and uneasily with my wife.
It doesn’t have talking dogs, but it’s funny never the less.
In the book Busy Penguins, the authors have a photo that they have captioned incorrectly:

The authors of the book are apparently unfamiliar with the penguin martial art spheniscinatasu. Instead of putting a wing around the other penguin to comfort his compatriot, the penguin on the right is in the process of employing the dreaded aptenodytesu forsterika death strike, a move that crushes the opponent’s arteries to the head and leads to death within agonizing seconds.
Penguins caring, indeed.
Happy Some-Assembly-Required Day.