The Rev. Chapin’s morning comics are particularly good today.
SOTU Drinking Game
For the drunks in the audience, the State of the Union Drinking game.
Knock back a few, and you too can say ‘nukular’ along with the President.
Are You Ready For Some Football?
No comments. I just liked this picture.
Kitkatska, a 20-year-old female walrus, grabs a football at SeaWorld San Diego’s Wild Arctic attraction, Friday, Jan. 24, 2003. In anticipation of Sunday’s Super Bowl, animal handlers trained the walrus to ‘suction’ a football. After seizing the football, the walrus tosses it skyward. (AP Photo/SeaWorld San Diego, Bob Couey)
P.C. Madness
Lawsuit Would Ban Raiders Logo from Super Bowl
(2003-01-24) — A coalition of one-eyed persons filed a class-action lawsuit today to stop the Oakland Raiders from displaying their logo during Sunday’s Super Bowl game.
The plaintiffs allege that the logo — the head of a man wearing an eye-patch in front of crossed swords under the word ‘Raiders’–gives the impression that one-eyed persons are “thugs and criminals.”
“We’ve spent years trying to escape the pirate image,” said a spokesman, “And now, millions of people around the world will watch the game on Sunday and come away with one lasting impression: ‘Beware of the one-eyed!'”
Geek Hierarchy
In case you were wondering where you are in the big scheme of things, you can plot where you stand using this Geek Hierarchy Flowchart.
Ted Barlow- Headcase
Ted Barlow has gone completely bonkers. This was funny, though:
Q. How many bloggers does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Only one, but when has that ever stopped us?
Clinton Jokes
Here is my nasty Clinton joke for the week-end:
Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua.
But on each run, he happened to jog past a hooker standing on
the same street corner, day after day.
With some apprehension he would brace himself as he approached
her for what was most certainly to follow. “Fifty dollars!”
she would shout from the curb. “No. Five dollars!” fired back
Clinton. This ritual between Bill and the hooker continued for
days. He’d run by. She’d holler, “Fifty dollars!” He’d yell
back, “Five dollars!”
One day however, Hillary decided that she wanted to accompany
her husband on his jog. As the jogging couple neared the
problematic street corner, Bill realized the “pro” would bark
her $50 offer and Hillary would wonder what Bill had been
really doing on all his past outings. He realized he should
have a darn good explanation for the junior Senator.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the
corner, Bill became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure
enough, there was the hooker where she always stood. Bill tried
to evade the prostitute’s eyes as she watched the pair jog
past.
Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled, “See what you get
for five bucks!”
See, Hesiod? Republicans do have a sense of humor.