Remember Evil Bert? Makin’ wit da sex tapes with Pam Anderson, posing for buddy photos with Osama bin Laden? Sure you do.
Now Evil Bert‘s gone even eviller! It’s a Jerry Bruckheimer film in the making, I tell you: He’s a loose cannon in Kandahar! Hell-bent in Helmand! Ballistic in Baghdad!
Evil Bert is AWOL!
That’s what you get when Recruitment is scraping the bottom of the barrel.
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Faithful readers and relentless stalkers might remember a few days ago I referred to a small “slug on the ceiling” problem, nothing too unusual chez raincoaster. Last year it was mushrooms growing in the livingroom; this year, it’s flying slugs. But it seems at last there is a solution somewhat more sophisticated than the old sprinkle salt on them, squeal “EW!” at the top of your lungs, sweep them into a dustpan, shriek when they stick to the broom, carry them outside and whack the broom handle against a tree not quite hard enough to break it procedure.
NASA simply shoots them into space! Teh Ossum! The only questions I have is, do they pick up or should I deliver and can I borrow the Canadarm to pick these buggers off the ceiling?
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