Honestly. “Cowboy Meat?”
I wish I could shit you.
I was so stunned by the English blunders herein, I had to buy the menu from them. Can you imagine the scene when that happened? I’ll never forget it. They couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or confused.
Seriously, you have to check out this link. The menu is only the start of the fun; this commentator is being wasted. That is who should be hosting the Oscars, ferchrissakes.
That’s what you get for hanging around with sailors.
Luna, the Nootka Sound orca who was friendlier than a barfull of hookers at closing time has died. He was getting too chummy with a tugboat, and the propellers got him. The captain is, understandably, distraught. No word on how the locals are taking it, although given that they believed Luna to be the reincarnation of their dead chief, it can perhaps be guessed at.
“There’s really no blame,” said Ford, referring to the fact Luna loved playing with boats of any kind and seemed able to keep safe. By 2004, Luna’s affection for boats and float planes became a hazard. Fisheries officials tried to relocate him down the coast to reunite him with his pod, but local aboriginal people protested. The Mowaat-Muchalaat First Nation believe Luna to embody the spirit of their dead chief who died just days before Luna appeared. Luna was familiar with the General Jackson and went out to meet it, and got sucked into the propellers, and was killed immediately.
I do not have the backstory here, but surely it must be one of the immortal ones.
Man hospitalized after his penis was attacked by a Jack Russell Terrier.
That is either a very tall dog, or a very dumb man. And may I ask what kind of German keeps an attack Jack Russell?
Can’t wait to find out how the dog happened to get access to the penis…was he playing with a terrier nekkid? Stuffing Fido down his pants? And what did the owner’s girlfriend have to do with all of this?
One of my favorite websites, VillainSupply.com has apparently come under new management and taken the low road. Instead of offering sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their heads, secret island lairs, and the aforementioned henchmen livery, as they did back in my day, they offer:
Search Engine Optimization, Dating Chat, Dating Tips, Diethylpropion, Dirty Jokes, Flirt Chat, Live Chat, Local Chat, Lorcet, Lortab, Muscle Relaxers, Pharmacy Affiliate Programs, Other Pharmacy Affiliate Programs, Teen Dating, Tenuate, Wellbutrin SR, Affiliate Marketing, Affiliate Network Marketing, Astrology, chat, and Dating Online.
All of which strike terror into my heart. Anyone who will deal with Network Marketing is obviously the bastard son of Beelzebub. Diet pills, search engine optimization, and sex chats. Daddy would be so proud. But it’s not the way it used to be. *sniff*
And look at The Way We Were:
Villain Supply
“www.villainsupply.com presents a complete inventory of ready-to-build kits that will provide you or your cabal with long-term, defensible secret housing with a minimum of fuss. For preexisting bases and lairs, visit http://www.evilrealtor.com.”
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