Who knew? Really, who knew the World was going to end tomorrow, May 21, 2011? Well, I guess the Rapturites knew, but seriously, who took them seriously. Not I. (Change that. Why use good grammar? I never liked that “Here’s when you use ‘I’ and “Here’s you use ‘me’ ” stuff.) What the Hell does [...]
Well, it’s been quite a year so far. First, Stan publishes someone else’s blog ON MY BLOG. Then I publish a blog before it was completed. Things happen in threes, so I’d better watch out! To recap (especially for those of you who aren’t wearing a cap), this is Part 2 of my REAR END [...]
If 2010 was any indication of what cultural treats we were in store for, the thousands of photos of George Bush eating a cat sort of let the cat out of the bag.
Abe: So, non-Keebler cookie making elves work all year long, for me, in my headquarters which is, I don’t know, let’s say, in the North Pole. They’ll have to make about a gazillion presents. When they’re done, in December, on, I don’t know, the 25th day. No, I’d better make it the 24th day. Then, I deliver all those presents to every boy and girl in the word in one night?
Hymie: Something like that, yes.
The Pillsbury Dough Boy, Pop N. Fresh, died yesterday of a yeast infection. He was 71. Fresh was buried in a lightly greased coffin.