Canada vs pot

 hey, like, go fight 'em, eh!

I know! You don’t see a headline like that every day, eh?

It seems that, like many another battle-scarred force before them, the Taliban has begun to take refuge in marijuana.

Canadian troops fighting Taliban militants in Afghanistan have stumbled across an unexpected and potent enemy — almost impenetrable forests of 10-feet (three metre) high marijuana plants.

General Rick Hillier, chief of the Canadian defence staff, said on Thursday that Taliban fighters were using the forests as cover. In response, the crew of at least one armored car had camouflaged their vehicle with marijuana.

It’s called the Mystery Machine, and they just forgot to run it through the car wash after investigating the haunted commune near Nelson, okay?

Actually, I’m just loving the idea that the Canadian DND purchasing department may soon be placing bale orders for the stuff to camouflage the armored vehicles. Who needs depleted uranium and kevlar when your APC is wrapped in a thick layer of BC Bud and Kandahar Candu, eh?

And, no doubt, a dense cloud of smoke.

“We tried burning them with white phosphorous — it didn’t work. We tried burning them with diesel — it didn’t work. The plants are so full of water right now … that we simply couldn’t burn them,” he said.

Even successful incineration had its drawbacks.

“A couple of brown plants on the edges of some of those (forests) did catch on fire. But a section of soldiers that was downwind from that had some ill effects and decided that was probably not the right course of action,” Hiller said dryly.

One soldier told him later: “Sir, three years ago before I joined the army, I never thought I’d say ‘That damn marijuana’.”

I’ll explain later: commemorative Black Friday the 13th banners

Wanker, but really important wanker
UPDATE:

See, here I am explaining it, later.

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For those who don’t, why aren’t you watching television?

really important, web 2.0 wanker!

I'm telling you. Important with a capital I! And blinkies! I've got blinkies!

wankin' in 'n out!

Your name in lights!

capitalism goes too far: book sale blasphemy!

Orwell is going to rise from the grave and come for you

from I Believe in Advertising, via Gawker. I don’t care if it IS 30% off, it’s still got to piss off the gods of literature! And then there’s Dumas, Discounted:

Dumas discounted!

and GGM Marked Down to Move:

GGM, marked down to move!

Big Bird molested by tiny tv star

Big Bird molested by Maria Menounos

Well, what can I add to this? It’s shameful the way these Sesame Street stars no longer even bother to hide it.

Not everyone knows that Entourage was originally based on Sesame Street, but the Children’s Television Workshop put the kibosh on that plot point and made them change it, on pain of having to go without kneecaps or the letter R for the rest of their lives.

Defamer has the sordid backstage tale.

A tense moment passed between Access Hollywood‘s Maria Menounos and Big Bird, when the Sesame Street star began to suspect that the reporter’s wandering hand was engaged less in the sensual caress that he demanded than in a fumbling search for his rapidly engorging avian member.

Truth be told: I have no idea who that chick is, but I’m smart enough to know that hawt brunette-on-bird action is gonna be massive for hits.

Now if only I could find that pic of Lauren Hutton and Rolf Harris’ emu

aussie fondles snake in the dark

Crikey!“Nothing new there,” you’re thinking, rightly enough. Too right, mate.

But he was fondling it because he thought it was a lizard.

Oh, that’s different then.

A Sydney holidaymaker has received two doses of antivenom following five bites from the world’s second-most deadliest [sic] snake, an NRMA CareFlight spokesman says.

As Fark has the “Florida” tag, I’m thinking of starting an “Aussies playing with deadly wildlife” tag, for lo, we find we are making reference to such events with great regularity.

Now, it’s possible as Metro claims that the continent has been set up, PR-wise, and that people all around the world handle deadly creatures with just as much frequency, intimacy, and cluelessness, but the evidence is against it.

No, my theory is that we interact with wildlife in ways which eloquently, if inadvertently, express our national characters.

In Australia, they make a grab for it and try to become pals; any woman who’s met an Aussie in a bar will understand the scenario. 

In Germany, they issue execution orders. Any Jew…nah, I’ll leave that joke alone.

Here in Canada when we see wildlife we don’t mess around; we call the government. Anyone…seriously, anyone who’s been to Canada should recognize this as the default procedure, regardless of the circumstances.

Dudley, can we talk? Even Horse is embarassed.