Here’s a photo of House Speaker Dennis Hastert as he leaves a hydrogen-fueled car he used for the press conference photo-op. Note the SUV. He’d been discussing gas prices, and once away from the cameras (he thought) he got into his SUV to drive the few blocks back to the Capitol. Priceless.
An oncology nurse from Emory University Hospital here in DeKalb Country Georgia got a $100 Ticket for a bumpersticker that was described as “lewd.” The officer gave her a talk about patriotism, too. All is said was “NO MORE BUSHIT” That’s just ridiculous. I have seen much worse than that! Clearly she was pulled over and issued a ticket because of her politics. Not allowed. She was even wearing her nurse’s uniform when she was pulled over. Elaborating to The…
By the daily meme spirit of the email network, delivery via brother Steve (origin unknown). When you’re in deep trouble, say nothing. Try to look like you know what you’re doing.
This may come as a surprise to those of you not living in Las Vegas, but there are more Catholic churches there than casinos. Not surprisingly, some worshippers at Sunday services will give casino chips rather than cash when the basket is passed. Since they get chips from so many different casinos, the churches have devised a method to collect the offerings. The churches send all their collected chips to a nearby Franciscan Monastery for sorting and then the chips…
It’s a matter of aesthetics. I simply find certain kinds of mouths repulsive. For me, it all has to do with the teeth. The worst mouth? The one where you have to wonder whether or not there are any teeth at all. The person hardly ever lets you see them. I dislike the bulldog expression – the bottom teeth appear, but the top teeth do not. I dislike very small teeth – they look like corn on the cob. If…
P.R. 101 for Vice-Presidents: Handy Tips for good P.R. when you accidentally (woops!) shoot somebody in the face. Take at least 18 hours to try to figure out what the heck to say to the Press Don’t drink any more alcohol. Send off a check soonest for the quail hunting license you were supposed to have had. Don’t call the police. Have friends publically point out the virtues and wonderfulnesses of the shooter. Blame the bird. Blame the victim. What…