Good Day, Ladies and Germs. Take my wife, please. I'll be here all week, try the veal.
Hey, I have to fall back on something in case this blogging thing doesn't work out.
On this day in 1927, the Harlem Globetrotters played their first game in Hinckley, Illinois. Many in their audience had never seen a basketball game played before. Before long, they were living up to their name, traveling the world as America's basketball ambassadors and playing for Pope Pius XII. Their manager, Abe Saperstein, also sewed their uniforms.
Let us tid.
This certainly explains why Romania's Prime Minister is now a frog. Romanian witches use spells to protest new taxes.
This proves that thieves aren't very bright. Police in Phoenix are looking for a bandit who tries to rob banks by asking for $40 and $60 dollar bills. All the Birmingham police had to do to find these thieves was follow the money.
They don't call the Vice-President "Slow Joe" for nothing. He repeats the same joke over and over.
How do you remember where you buried your time-capsule? Put some porn in it. *rimshot*
Duude, like, the more I eat of this pizza to cure the munchies, the more I get the munchies, man.
Why I'm glad to be a Moron. Three reasons, actually. First there's this article, which is long but well worth the read (and it just happens to be about one of the "P's" here),
and then there's this little video,
and then there's, um, uh, well anyway, thanks, Ace.
Y'all have a good weekend.
No comments:
Post a Comment