Aye laddie

Craig Ferguson at this year’s White House correspondents dinner.  Funny stuff.

As a new citizen, he picks on those here that whine about America.  Check out some of the smug bastards in the press corps who refused to laugh.  Guess he’s not PC enough for their superior sensibilities.

Microsoft dorks gone wild

Vista came pre-loaded on my Core 2 Quad machine, but no way is it going on my Pentium 4 laptop.

Not. That. Stupid.

Keep hope nope alive!

This is excellent.

Not bitter at all.

Found at MVRWC.

The stupid meme theme thingy

Ok, so this guy named Barry, who was tagged by Nice Deb, tagged us — so I’ll give it a shot.

The Rules: 1. Write your own six word memoir. 2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you want. 3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere. 4. Tag at least five more blogs with links. 5. Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play…

Beer.

 Bacon.

 

 Boobs.

 

 Beef.

 

 Beer.

 

 Bastidges.

 

 Was that clear enough?

I tag all of The Hostages.

This could get ugly.

Bacon bits

This is amazing.

Probably NSFW.

A tale of love…

And a tiny bathing suit.

Somewhere Rosetta is crying…..or in his bunk.

I love this guy!

Hope he doesn’t mind that I put up almost his entire post:

Most of you already realize that Earth Hour took place last Saturday at 8 pm. The newly-created event designed to raise awareness for energy conservation was not a big hit with KSK’s Monday Morning Punter, and that contributor commemorates the event with a running diary of how he answered the World Wildlife Fund’s call to help the environment.

7:59 - Turned on every light in house, including both TVs, which are both in the living room. The 32-inch and 19-inch sets are tuned to CBS and FOX, respectively. The PlayStation 2, despite not being used, is also turned on, but with no game in the system.

8:02 - Answered the door from disgruntled next-door neighbor complaining about “light pollution” and how I’m not “doing [my] part.” Gives a confused look when I scold him for lack of butane conservation after he lights up a cigarette.

8:06 - Order two large pizzas from Papa John’s, Pizza Hut, and Domino’s. Tell each person taking my order that I will tip generously if the pizza arrives before 9, but insist that if the pies arrive right at 9 or later, I will not pay.

8:09 - Wife calls and tells me she’s running late from work. I remember that I have a wife. I leave the cell phone on the table.

8:12 - Throw one sock in washing machine. Set wash cycle for a full load with hot water. Without soap.

8:17 - Pull out electric guitar and amp from closet and set up on front porch. Attempt to spraypaint PUNTER-PALOOZA in the front yard grass, but realize too late that I’ve made my letters too big.

8:19 - Ignore unattractive woman walking by that asks, “What’s PUNTE?”

8:24 - Papa John’s guy shows up during uninspiring solo performance of “Wild Thing.” I tip half the bill. Before tax, of course. Neighbor shows up (holding a candle) to complain about something after dropping his newspapers in the green bin by his garage, and then storms back into his house when I don’t offer him any pizza. He leaves in such a huff that he forgets his lighter.

8:31 - Go inside to take a shit. Realize I have no toilet paper, either on the roll or under the sink, but I do have a whole can of hairspray. I fumble through the wastebasket hoping to find a partially used tissue that I might have either bled on or blown my nose on, something that still has enough life that it could withstand one good wipe of the ass. I immediately abandon this plan when I realize that I would be, in fact, recycling.

8:36 - Cell phone rings, but I’m stuck on the shitter, so I can’t answer it.

8:40 - Finally suck it up and wipe ass with a picture of Kate Bosworth ripped out of Marie Claire. I mutter something sexual and unclever during the act. Flush toilet several times to make sure paper doesn’t clog the toilet.

8:42 - Fuck, the toilet did clog. Plunger time!

8:46 - Head back out to the front porch to start my second set when I hear a loud crash. I get outside and see that the Pizza Hut delivery driver has rear-ended the Domino’s delivery driver. I realize they’re both okay when I hear the Domino’s driver ask, “What’s PUNTE?”

8:51 - Shitbag neighbor comes back out during performance of “Louie Louie” and threatens to call the police, but gets shouted down by the Domino’s and Pizza Hut drivers, who are enjoying the show while they’re waiting for, ironically enough, the police to show up and take an accident report. But now the neighbor’s not backing down, and the three of them are shouting toe-to-toe.

8:53 - I run back inside to the bathroom and grab the can of hairspray under the sink . I run back outside and pick up the lighter my neighbor left on my porch and run over to his recycling bin, which is full of newspapers. The lighter lights on the first try, and I hold the can of hairspray just behind the flame.

Go read the rest.

Thanks to Eddiebear.

The good news…

We put out the fire. The bad news?

You won’t be able to get into your building until Spring.

Hillary under fire…

Or not.

I used to be amazed by the things that would come out of Bill Clinton’s mouth while he had a straight face. Hillary makes Bill look like a saint in comparison. How in the world does she think she can say these things and not have it come back on her? You think she would have learned from watching her husband self-immolate through stupid speak.

How did Al Franken put it? Oh yeah, Lies (And the Lying Liars Who Tell Them): A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right idiotic Left.

Update: Heh, right after posting this, I noticed that DrewM at Ace of Spades HQ had put up the same video with another amusing tidbit.

Apparently, in light of the new evidence that catches Hillary in an outright lie, her previous statements are no longer operative. Her spokesman says she, ‘misspoke’ when she said it was so very, very dangerous. Apparently, she also ‘misspoke’ in her book.

I’m almost tempted to quote my new favorite minister about “chickens” doing something or another.

Just shoot me now

The Sad Truth About Relationships.

Leave Kwame alone!

Bumped: I posted this on January 30th, but Kwame is now getting well earned national attention for his “indiscretions” — this deserves another look.

Heh, for those outside of Michigan, the “Gangsta Mayor” is in trouble again. This time for lying in court about an affair with his chief of staff during a lawsuit brought by former police officers who were fired for having the gall to try to investigate wrong doing by the Mayor and his staff. The City of Detroit had to settle for several million dollars. Kwame didn’t think anyone would ever find out about the text messages that he sent on his city issued cell phone to his paramour about getting rid of the officers and how she has a sweet, sweet booty.

Guess he doesn’t watch The Wire.

Resistance is futile

Found at Junkyardblog.

A PSA from AMA

In light of Wickedpinto’s post below, I thought it would be important to make this public service announcement…

NSFW!

Tarantino is an asshole

Anyone surprised?

I’m homesick

I used to live about two blocks from this place.

The producers of the show tried to make this into a social commentary. I never saw anything but good humored fun. Plus, they ALWAYS start it.

What do you expect from a bunch of drunks?

Is this legal?

If you can’t tell, I’m suffering from a bit of early primary burnout.

Regular silliness to resume shortly.

Lucky

Who’s your daddy?

Check em

A PSA for men. Slightly NSFW.

Rosetta can skate?

Jay R. Grodner achieves Internet immortality

His name is now an Internet verb.

As in, to grodner oneself.

Grodner [’ghræd n3r] (v):
1) To aggressively self-destruct through felony vandalism crossed with a sense of invulnerability and entitlement.
2) To be-prick oneself in public while flashing the victim card.

Thanks to Neptunus Lex.