Ah, the minds of children
Casey: Patrick, say the first thing that comes to your mind. Patrick: Poop. Lightbulb. Bird. Turd.
Casey: Patrick, say the first thing that comes to your mind. Patrick: Poop. Lightbulb. Bird. Turd.
You know if you do a Google image search for my name, you get lots of pictures of cows? I’m not sure that could be much more perfect.
I waited until I saw at least three episodes, and I officially have now. And I think The Sarah Silverman Program is funny. Who wants to tell me I’m wrong?!?
I spent a portion of my weekend watching this thread on abortion unfold over at Nashville is Talking, where it started out being about Stacey Campfield’s kooky death-certificates-for-aborted-fetuses legislation that has gotten him craploads of press lately and ended up being yet another battle between the Lord’s Army and us wretched Babykillers. (Twisty takes on the Campfield hooplah here.) If you read the thread (and I’m daring you to; it’s 207 comments of pure flamewar…
The Great Peanut Butter Recall of 2007 has left me largely unaffected, thanks to my lifelong devotion to Jif and my more recent devotion to not stuffing my piehole with peanut butter at all. However, my cubemate at work said he woke up the other day and saw the story on the news and just happened to check the jar of peanut butter in the pantry and sure enough it was stamped with the dreaded…
Too, too funny. HT: Joe Powell via NiT (or would that be NiT via Joe Powell?
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