If there is a kook on the ticket, my neighbors across the street have a yard sign out supporting them. Hey mister, maybe if you’d wear something other than cut-off denim shorts the world could take you and your opinions seriously.
How can you not dance to this? Can we have an Almost Friday Office Dance Party? Mr. Matkin, you are a genius.
(Cross-posted to Kick the Anthill)
The world is officially upside-down, covered in a candy-coated shell, and rotating on a cream-filled axis.
Or Colin Powell is endorsing B. Hussein Obama.
UPDATE: Powell is calling this “hogwash” and says that he won’t be attending either convention. Well, we shall see.
UPDATE 2: Whew. Glad this never panned-out.
UPDATE 3: Well, scratch that last update.
(Cross-posted at Kick the Anthill)
I thought I would let you all know what my Thursday Thirteen is going to be next week so that I can, you know, create a buzz. You won’t want to miss this one.
Thirteen Songs I Would Sing If I Were Ever On American Idol
But that’s about as likely as “I’m-A-Dinner-Jacket” and our fearless leader having brunch tomorrow, followed by a round of mini-golf. Still, be here next Wednesday around 5 p.m.!
Dear readers, I received my (FREE! hello, I’m there) “Fred ‘08” bumper sticker in the mail today. Nice, because just yesterday I was commenting on the fact that I needed to order one. Now I’ll just get myself a yard sign and maybe it’ll combat the vibes wafting from across the street (my neighbor’s bumper sticker collection that includes the following: “IMPEACH”, the crossed-out “W” sticker, “NPR”, an updated count of Iraqi civilians killed in the war…okay dude. We get it.)

