The country is safe until Monday.
A little Ernie Kovacs seems a fitting end this screwy year.
(As for the question in the title, I don’t want to know.)
Stop them before it’s too late.
A Facebook post from the Kensington Police Department of Prince Edward Island warns would-be partiers in the Great White North to avoid getting behind the wheel tipsy, lest they be caught, booked and serenaded by the 21st century’s discount Bon Jovi.
When a potato is a pineapple:
She carried on her cooking as normal and it was only when her husband came home and ran the “rock” under the tap that they discovered it was in fact a grenade from 1917.
As I have mentioned here from time to time, I do not watch debates. I refuse to spend two hours watching something I can read about in 15 minutes the next morning. Nevertheless, I do pay attention to politics; you may have noticed that. (This year, of course, there’s the extra added end-of-the-this-noble-experiment-this-is-it-this-is-the-big-one-I’m-coming-to-join-you-Elizabeth factor.)
This morning, my local rag carried an interview with some persons who attended last night’s debate at a local movie theatre. I offer, without further comment, a quotation from one of them (emphasis added):
“Being a businessman myself, I appreciate his discipline,” Sherwood said.
Addendum, A Picture Is Worth Dept.:
Image via Michael in Norfolk, who has citations.
American exports seem to be doing well. For example . . . .
“The person who called us was sitting behind the wheel with two children in the car when [what appeared to be] a man in a clown mask popped up in a ditch,” police officer Patrick Solberg told local newspaper Romerikes Blad.
When police arrived at the scene they found that the culprit was in fact a 14-year-old boy.
“He and four friends had done this together. The other four stood watching while they filmed the stunt,” Solberg told TV2.
Follow the story for more examples of United States exports.
The closest I ever got to this was flying Jefferson Airplane because it gets you there on time.
She would also have sex with pilots in the cockpit even during flight, the reports claimed.
The hostess apparently kept a digital diary detailing the ins and outs of all her “mile-high” extra-marital affairs. They should have remained a secret until her husband for found the diary and blew his top.
I once had a coworker who told me of accidentally walking into the wrong hotel room in a large U. S. city in a western state that begins with the letter “U” to find himself beholding a flight crew that was indulging in a little post-arrival recreation. I remember his saying, “The stewardesses (that’s how long ago this was–they were still called “stewardesses”) were down to their bras.”
No, he didn’t tell me what airline. The crew was out of uniform.
He had been banned for the store (what, one wonders, must one do to be banned from a doughnut shop?), so he decided to spread his spell . . . .
A man at a popular downtown donut shop found himself in a sticky situation early Sunday morning, literally covered in a “sticky white food substance” after being accused of painting the store with it.
Ean Mandrake Card, 20, had been banned from Voodoo Donuts, but Eugene police said that he returned around 6:45 a.m. Sunday to smear what appeared to be marshmallow creme on the store’s patio furniture and windows.