Ech. Bombs, bombers, vulvas: You people are just ruining my trip.
I remember Bush Jr. kissing Prince Abdullah on the cheek and then holding his hand for an extended period of time. Maybe if he let him get to second base then gas would be a dollar a gallon.
An all-healthcare edition:
I hate, hate, hate being left out. Whether it’s not being picked for a team, or being picked for a team, and then showing up, and realizing that the team doesn’t exist, or that the sport doesn’t exist. I should’ve known. Poopball…?
I’m just an old man having a slice of fun pie.
NYT: Millions Still Not Ready For Digital TV
Broadcasting armageddon is at hand. You can take away an American’s job, their health care coverage and their civil liberties, but there will be riots in the streets if anyone fucks with their TV.

You know, it’s funny… This morning, outside of Penn Station, I saw a guy huffing glue out of a paper bag, and he was making more sense than Michelle Bachman was making. I can’t believe you need to pass a written test to drive a car in this country, but I bet this woman can’t even write her name in the ground with a stick. I mean, it’s just, it’s unbelievable to me that this person is in Congress.