And, if you stick around long enough, we’ll end with the humor of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the President of Iran and the world’s leading nutter.
“Oh, I suppose you know everything, “ said Stan. “What are you, some kind of Einstein?”
“No, actually, I’m some kind of da Vinci,” said Leonardo. “He’s some kind of Einstein,” pointing to a man who bore a remarkable resemblance to Albert Einstein.
Leonardo da Vinci: Non penso c’è una probabilità della palla di neve in Inferno di quell’avvenimento.
Albert Einstein: In English, Leo, in English,
Leonardo da Vinci: Oh, sorry, Al. I said I don’t think there’s a snowball’s chance in Hell of that happening.
“Hey, wait. Where’d Goldenberg go?” asked Stan.
“I think he went online to look for a new job,” said Harriett. “What did you want him for?”
“Nothin’. I just wanted to razz him about publishing this blog before it was ready. No problem. I’ll catch him next time.”
“Down, boy. Heal. Roll Over. Play dead. Good Dog. Stay.” These are the things Burns the dog would say to me.
The Pillsbury Dough Boy, Pop N. Fresh, died yesterday of a yeast infection. He was 71. Fresh was buried in a lightly greased coffin.
The I Ching not only gives you a specific answer to whatever question you ask, it helps you affect the outcome of the question. In truth, the I Ching doesn’t always help you get what you want. But it always councils you to get what you need.
But history hasn’t been so kind to America’s greatest thinker, Dan Quayle. Kids who read history books (by watching The Daily Show) know little or nothing about former Vice President of the United States, Dan Quayle.
To say that I’ve had a lot of jobs is like saying Madonna has had a lot of lovers. In one night. In fact, I’ve had so many jobs my resume looks like a Rand McNally travel map.
(We’ll pause for a minute while Baby Boomers explain to our 20-something readers what a travel map is.)