It Is To Laugh category archive
I can see it now: “Hello, let me introduce myself. I’m Superintendent of Mars.”
Ruth Ann Daily is confused.
She seems to think that there was a time when college fraternities and sororities weren’t all about snobbery,
drinking pretentiousness, and partying.
This is just delightful.
Wait for the wiggling toes.
Readers of the BC comic strip will recognize the reference.
Residents of western Pennsylvania may recognize the bird.
It’s been spotted in the center of the road and in the middle of the woods in North Sewickley, said Sgt. Jeff Becze, the township’s acting police chief. He hasn’t seen it himself, but according to some reports, it stands upwards of 6 feet tall. It’s an elusive creature, usually running off into hiding before police can arrive.
The Bigfoot of Beaver County, it turns out, is a bird.
“It looks like an ostrich,” Sgt. Becze said a man told him a week ago, when the first call came in for a sighting of an odd creature standing in the middle of Route 588.
It may look like an ostrich, but the bird that’s been rambling through North Sewickley is a rhea, another flightless bird.
It’s the rhea thing.
Pamela Haag recaps the bloody history of Valentine’s Day. A nugget:
Originally, the feast day of St. Valentine remembered two 3rd century martyrs by the name of Valentine who were elevated to sainthood in the early middle ages. Both Valentines—one the Bishop of Terni and the other a priest in Rome—were allegedly decapitated by their persecutors on February 14.
Incidentally, St. Valentine (as the two Valentines seem to have merged into one figure by the 9th century) is the patron saint of epileptics, not lovers.
Medieval miracle plays based on the Bishop of Terni Valentine show him brutally beaten, bloodied, and decapitated before angels transport him to heaven. It really puts you in a mood for love.
Shows what skilled PR can do for an image.
Daniel Ruth on the killing machines:
Meanwhile, you know a duplicitous, grumpy Mr. Buttons is somewhere else in the house plotting your demise, quite possibly over the humiliation of being named Mr. Buttons.
Cats are the animal world’s equivalent of North Korea — distant, aloof, secretive and unpredictably dangerous.
It turns out that this was true all along.
Then there’s this.
Trying to visualize this makes me fret.
You’d think it would cause band cramp.
His female “accomplice” (as they call her in the story) would string along the clerk as the thief inserted the ax in his wardrobe.
No mention whether she used a g-string.
The stores need some way to fender off the thieves.