It Is To Laugh category archive
Warning: No taste at all, but the bit about Rob Ford swayed me to post it.
There are lap dogs, there are service dogs, there are hunting dogs, and then there are twerking dogs . . .
Via Cowgirl Up.
Email to George Zimmerman from his lawyer surface in an unexpected place.
From always-well-written “Roadshow” column in the San Jose Mercury-News:
Gina Barreca marvels at the phenomenon of the purse.
After all, we’ll have it in our bag.
We carry extra eyeglasses, lip balm, Q-tips, Band-Aids, a half-empty water bottle, four pens (two of which work), 16 crumpled receipts, a tiny notebook, gum, mints, hand sanitizer, perfume sample (empty), tampon, aspirin, non-aspirin pain relievers, Tums, Imodium, matches (we don’t smoke, it’s for friends), a “fun size” Snickers, nail glue, an emery board, a compact 5X mirror (ironic, right?), tweezers, cell phone, Bluetooth, floss, AAA battery (which helps with nothing, ever), and three cute, striped paper clips too adorable to discard.
I’m guessing she’s never looked in a man’s briefcase (or, in the case of hipsters, backpack). I used to have a sewing kit, bandaids, and miscellaneous other sundries in mine, in addition to my lunch.
What wasn’t in there? Briefs.
College students who drink too much apparently violate Facebook’s “community standards.”
Without college students drinking too much, what would be on Facebook? And when did Facebook get “community standards”?
As far as I can tell, Facebook’s “community standards” are things of convenience, a movable feast, a convenient foxhole, a hiding place for the zuckers.
This is a hoot.
On Aug. 4, 1965, in the spirit of fun, a disc jockey named Rick Fight at the old pop music WIST-AM broke into his afternoon show to report the urgent news that an amoeba was loose in the city.
H/T Susan for this:
He: I just found out you’re my daughter and we’re married and having a baby.
She: It’s not your baby.
Victor is still my hero.
Real law firms resent the competiti–oh, never mind.