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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An idle question: could the middle class for once pull its head out of its own ass and just STFU for once? Is that too goddam much to ask? The world does not exist so that you can express your dissatisfaction with it, and there is a REASON God did not consult you for tips before he made this world.
Selah.
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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