That’s the actual headline from an Associated Press story on Yahoo.
(Okay, okay, another cheap, jokey entry…but I couldn’t resist.)
No, I am not making this shit up. (Couldn’t if I tried.)
Wow, I am a bold man. :)
Sing this with great gusto to the tune of “Home on the Range”:
Oh, give me a home
where the homies do roam,
where the low-end renters all stay,
where no one hires guards
or has great big back yards,
and the white-flight snobs stay away.Home in the city,
where Chinese and Spanish ring free,
where you don’t have to drive
to hear genuine jive,
and you don’t have to act like T.V.Oh, find me a street
where house and shop meet,
where a panhandler strums a guitar,
built for strolls in the rain,
not for big franchise chains,
nor for people who can’t leave their car.Home in the city,
where Chinese and Spanish ring free,
where you don’t have to drive
to hear genuine jive,
and you don’t have to act like T.V.
Yep…I wrote it. :)
What a sorry-looking bunch of anal-retentive malcontents.
never mind anthrax…here’s the headline of the century:
Turds found in Capitol
According to a Capitol Hill newspaper, police are unable to solve the mystery of the “caca caper.”
What mystery? They’re there every day, passing bills — rather than bowels — to kill more people in Iraq and maintain a class stratified society at home.
“Usually, if a turd gets into the Senate, it’s because he or she was elected,” Emily Heil reports for Roll Call. “But on Wednesday, several large piles of actual, nonmetaphorical ‘No. 2′ found their way into the Capitol, and the source isn’t yet clear.”
I’ve figured out the meaning of the way the last Sopranos episode ended…
(drumroll, please)
The writers are going to get whacked.
If this is a post, then what is a pole?
I don’t know, but polls show most Americans don’t like Poles.
