Word/phrase of the day, pass it on: Agent provocateur.
Next, we go back into space, where the exciting chapter of life is taking place in the future, as we speak, right before your eyes!
During my morning rituals — wake up in wee hours, see stars, dream — I had a vision of two songs that merged — amazing similarity:
But comparing these two is more fun:
Thanks to the group in Birmingham for the announced move to Ricket City so they can prove that the moniker “Fools, Buffoons and Idiots” is not earned.
With the raccoons flushed out of the attic, courtesy of oil-based insecticide spray, I spent part of the afternoon stapling wire mesh over the chewed-up holes of the eaves of the house.
I also sent a message to the folks at Dragon-X to expedite their development of human transportation devices for ISS ferrying duties so we can dump the Russian Soyuz tin can now that we’ve sung a song about it.
I’m tired of waiting on political idiots, who can be handed a set of keys to a car, told it contains the fingerprints and identifying motives/means of a murderers, but think the issue is the shape the keychain makes when thrown into a cup of tea leaves.
Pardon my French, but do these morons have their heads so far up their asses they can’t think straight?
They definitely need a butt light because they must’ve been drinking way too many Bud Lights at FBI buddy hangouts or political hack backwaters.
Fly me to the moon…please. Otherwise, I’ll keep playing with my yo-yo because, as you know, I’ve got the world on the string.
A nod to Branson’s flight attendant duties, Bill’s weepy remembrances of Steve and Jolie’s mastodon-sized story of a mastectomy.
As the Barack mobile grinds to a screeching halt, what are we going to do to keep the masses happy? Don’t forget the big picture despite the circus freak sideshows.
Can you guess how many more gun-toting conservatives will be slinging loaded rifles over their shoulders and marching on Washington? A lot more than Malvo and Muhammed, that’s for sure.
Holder better resign while he has an ounce of decency left on what’s left of the left.
Viva la revolucion!
Russia is such a backward coyntrey, comrade. Let us hack a missile site and cause another Chernobyl meltdown. Nearer Moscow this time. We will split the rest between us and China.
This is just too much fun for one planet. Hillary, your dreams were dreamt dreamily, were they not? Go after the Haslams and you go after all us Tennesseans, who have the memories of elephants and the penmanship of writers. Go after writers-turned-journalists and it only goes downhill from here.
Bloomberg, spying is a cardinal sin, even in the Big Apple.
I thank the universe for this recent round of entertainment. May the dogs of wars have fun barking at the lunacy, sniffing at the taint of sin rubbed off on people too packed together to see they’re all wearing the emperour’s latest sartorial insanity.
Time to fly off the planet and join riotous revelers at the Billionaires Ball!
The current administration no longer has my back, is no longer sexy, and has abused its authority, losing my trust. Happy trails! The tip of the iceberg just dropped its drawers and it ain’t a pretty sight. The laws on the books are blind, may justice see the light.
3D-printed objects may deliver hypnosis, poison pen letters, and many weapons of civility to the unsuspecting. Disruptions of the Boston and 9/11 kind are never delivered twice. One day, a plane, the next day, nails, any other day, gas, water and electricity.
My grandfather’s sea chest reminds to think outside of Pandora’s Box.
When is an egg not an egg? When it’s a nest egg.
When is a chicken not a chicken? When it fearlessly enters Syria unafraid to assert authority unilaterally like a visionary leader of U.S. historic proportions.
Why did King Tut have a beard? Because the prop department wanted to change the actor’s looks.
One question to go. The answer might just shock the whole planet awake.
Fans, get out your phones and call in your support.
We here are the world headquarters of the world headquarters, we have a problem…we can only afford one security team with unique skills and super powers.
Therefore, based on the funds you raise, we will either hire the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. agents or the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to protect you from the evils that plague this planet and the surrounding arms of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Don’t wait! Don’t procrastinate! Call in your pledges now!
I admit I’m getting confused. With every new story coming out about the bumbling government’s overreach, I ask myself, will the real POTUS please stand up?:
Give me liberty or give me a dearth of bad comedy timing.
treetrunkdings 