Cat Stevens actually wrote a song about this.
A long time ago, a gang of angry, feral cats broke into the Meriam-Webster building and forged some documents. It was a big scandal; they changed the names of a number of popular foods (Google “Baloneygate”).
The cats later formed a society called the “Dogmatic Watchdogs” – their purpose was to “shepherd the forces that demean felines.” They would meet in unlikely places and cause trouble; boxing rings, on farms, at sled pulls, bear-hunting contests, Continue reading “Why are hot dogs called DOGS?”
How do top students overcome social media addiction?
Mark Urso, Author of “A Candle Lit” (from Quora) …
They can take classes in programming social media applications!
Then they could become dealers, abandoning their morals and pushing social media applications on others, especially good-looking girls, to try to get them hooked, and turn them into pushers as well. If they can’t afford the classes, they should look into stealing money from strangers. Once they’re social media lord kingpins, they should learn Spanish, and go to some of the seedier parts of Mexico to pick up new social media applications and bring them across the border illegally. This can be extremely profitable. Continue reading “Social Media Addiction is Real!”
(Miami) In an unexpected move this week, Florida’s manatees announced their support of the far-left revolutionary group TPP.
From their field office just outside Zoo Miami, spokesman “Fred the Manatee” told an excited crowd Continue reading “MANATEES ADVOCATE FAIRNESS”
How about that show “Blackish?”
It’s a TV show. National.
As you might imagine, I don’t watch it. Really, I only watched a few minutes, and only to confirm in my overheated brain the concept is really what it is.
I feel like I’m going out on a limb, but this is a show named “blackish” because it’s about a group of people who are black, but look kind of like white people … like Obama. I didn’t make this up. I’m just saying it out loud.
It amazes me sometimes the dim wit of creative people Continue reading “Some Things Are Not Black Or White (or, Why The Show “Blackish” Is Probably Not Funny, Except I Didn’t Watch It)”
I met Philip Morris
In a cloud of smoke
He said he was an angel
I was sure it was a joke
If you owned a train
Called Destination Death
The question in my mind
Is would you ride on it yourself?
Morris won’t you tell me
Your product’s hot as hell
But if I want to join
Do I have to hurt myself?
In a wink he offered me
A whiskey and a fag Continue reading “Philip Morris (A Poem)”
Dear Blog Owner,
It has come to our attention you’re considering naming your band “Manatee Revolution,” which we manatees find offensive, and vow to do things to stop. Manatees are tired of being objectified and having our charm and looks used commercially without our consent.
We also wanted to tell you we formed a committee to organize a fact finding mission to Cancun. Continue reading “MANATEES THREATEN IPR CASE”