Emporer Howard decided to mark the occasion of his tenth anniversary in power with a dinner last night. He charged his loyal subjects $1,000 each for the privilege of kissing his butt. There are brothels where you can kiss butt for a lot less. And they're better looking, too. Probably more sincere as well.
The Universe is filled with paradoxes. One of the more intriguing is the trial of Saddam Hussein in Iraq. He rants and raves, and generally carries on like a petulant child, yet it is American foreign policy which is being exposed to the ridicule. I bet there are quite a few in the intelligence community wishing he had been killed in the first bombing run.
Speaking of Saddam, maybe he can employ the Abdication of Responsibilty Defence and sue the United States governement. Like the people in the U.S. who decided to sue McDonalds because they were fat. He could always claim the Americans failed in their duty to inform him of the possible ramifications of using the technology to build weapons of mass destruction when they sold it to him.
The weathermen are playing the roulette wheel again. They've upped the maximum for today by another three degrees.
Has anybody answered the musical question, "Is she really going out with him" yet?
I have learned; never yawn while spraying underarm deodorant.
2 comments:
stick with the roll on.
yes she is going out with him and the rest of the football team.
Saddam should have read the small print. we were only being nice because you were pissing off the Iranians.
Its snowing here in the Pacific Northwest.
And where in the hell have you been?
Sometimes life gets in the way - or rather, things you've been putting off. Been trying to do some catch-up.
The whole team, huh? Gee. I didn't know that song was about Joan Collins.
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