This tickles me. Doesn’t surprise me in the least, either.
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I’ll be the first to admit, she’s hot. This one right here is straight foxy:  Mmmm...hair I’d hit it. Wouldn’t vote for it in a million years, though. Oh, Sarah Palin. Will you never go away? Todd Purdum on the subject. Here are a couple amusing parts: But there were ominous signs—indications of an erratic nature. This is the third thing McCain could have discovered about Palin—a woman, after all, who kept a pregnancy secret for seven months, flew all the way home from Texas to Alaska with a near-full-term baby while leaking amniotic fluid, and then finally drove the 45 minutes from Anchorage to a hospital in Wasilla, all so that the child could be born in the 49th state. And: When Trig was born, Palin wrote an e-mail letter to friends and relatives, describing the belated news of her pregnancy and detailing Trig’s condition; she wrote the e-mail not in her own name but in God’s, and signed it “Trig’s Creator, Your Heavenly Father.” Um…whoa. You like jury-rigging? You’ll love There I Fixed It.com. Look at the brilliance of this emergency repair:  Totally legal, says the DMV Are y’all playing KenKen yet? Uh, get on it. THIS is brilliant: Guerilla Drive-In. John Young has an old BMW motorcycle with a sidecar on which he has mounted a 16mm movie projector. He then goes to various locations and shows films. That’s cool in and of itself, but here’s the trick: in order to find out where he’s going next you have to be on the members list. In order to be on the members list, you have to find the MacGuffin. This is so awesome it makes my loins ache. This would be the best “soup and sandwich” deal ever.
Particularly if the sandwich is a beer. Can someone explain to me this behavior? You’re walking down a hallway, and someone is coming from the opposite direction. It’s a big hallway, so there’s plenty of room for you to pass each other, but the person coming your way was sort of in the center, and refuses to yield, forcing you to walk right up against the wall, perhaps even brushing it with your shoulder, to avoid banging into them. Happens to me at least 3 times a day at work. I’ve had people actually start out far away and move closer to me, like they want to play chicken. I’ve considered banging someone a few times, but I’m rather large, and fully 65% of the people that do this are women, and probably 25% are very small men. I’d knock them down, and then I’d look like a d-bag. Is it just a dominance thing? Are they just suicidal? Do they want to sue me when their shoulders dislocate? It really creeps me out. I mean, do I say something? And what about people who let doors slam on you? Help me, I’m in a quandary. This looks…greasy. (via Andrew) Two athletes compete during the Turkish oil wrestling event in the western German city of Kassel on June 28, 2009. In the Turkish national sport also known as Yagh gueres, the athletes douse themselves with olive oil before the fight. Not Scotsmen If you’re having trouble expressing your feelings about Michael Jackson’s death into words, I suggest you read today’s Achewood. |
