RIP Funky President.
RIP Clumsy President.

(Picture: Harrison, Ford)
RIP Clumsy Replacement...'s hand.
Former President Gerald Ford has died. He famously once said, "I'm a Ford, not a Lincoln".
Which is interesting, because now we've got ourselves a Dodge!
*stuff hands in pockets, rock back and forth on heels*
When we come back, Charo will leave something crusty on our couch!
OK, which one of you kids was really, really naughty this year?
Maybe I read too many Marvel Comics as a kid, but when I see the headline "Newborn koalas melt hearts", I picture mutant koalas who were born near a nuclear test site zapping helpless zookeepers in the chest with their heat vision. The zookeepers are sent flying backwards, their arms splayed out. A jagged word balloon says "Gyaaaaah!".
'Cause if you're still alive or can remember it you weren't really there:
Many crucial witnesses for our defence have passed away or cannot remember 1967.
Hard to tell with the mask on and all, but did that surgeon look like Karl Rove to you?
Romantic comedy about JC in the works. Producer Gigi Grazer: "he won't be having sex."
Which is too bad, 'cause I've heard he's hung like this *stretches arms out horizontally*.
If anybody needs me, I'll be over here dodging lightning bolts.
Non-alcoholic eggnog: "only tolerable after one has had a great deal of alcohol".
Kind of like driving.
(via Titivil)
A true urban legend: The Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants.
Strange juxtaposition in the obits: Download file
This Onion article is fascinating, but I can't seem to isolate the satirical element.
I'm posting this in part to remind me to read it through later. A quick scan of the letters that this article generated (scroll down to find them) reminded me of the "viewer letter" interludes from Monty Python's Flying Circus.
This just in: Eighties girl group takes over Fijian government in military coup, appoints Fun Boy Three to cabinet.
I really need to quit slackin' for the day, but before I do, I'm requesting some help. I'm trying to remember the name of the comic strip in which nearly every installment had a character saying "Hoo-boy".
The characters were little squat geezers with very pronounced bags under their eyes. They sighed alot and said "Hoo-boy". I don't know whether this strip still exists-- our paper no longer carries it, which means either that it's occasionally funny (thereby disqualifying it from inclusion in our Funny Pages) or no longer exists.
Help!
Hoo-boy.
When I log in to my computer at work, there is a little box the folks at RealPlayer plunk onto my desktop that's got little teasers for celebrity gossip stories and the like. This morning, the box contained this gem:
Where did things go wrong for Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson?
This is what you Americans call a "trick question", yes?