Ever wonder what happens when the inside of your grill gets wet?
Google has the answer!
Fed up with the McCain campaign’s slander, Obama hits back with some tough talk of his own.
Check out the little old lady at the back who won’t let her husband vote for McCain. Which way was his vote counted?
PJ O’Rourke has cancer. And he laughs in its face.
I looked death in the face. All right, I didn’t. I glimpsed him in a crowd. I’ve been diagnosed with cancer, of a very treatable kind. I’m told I have a 95% chance of survival. Come to think of it — as a drinking, smoking, saturated-fat hound — my chance of survival has been improved by cancer.
I have, of all the inglorious things, a malignant hemorrhoid. What color bracelet does one wear for that? And where does one wear it? And what slogan is apropos? Perhaps that slogan can be sewn in needlepoint around the ruffle on a cover for my embarrassing little doughnut buttocks pillow.
Furthermore, I am a logical, sensible, pragmatic Republican, and my diagnosis came just weeks after Teddy Kennedy’s. That he should have cancer of the brain, and I should have cancer of the ass … well, I’ll say a rosary for him and hope he has a laugh at me. After all, what would I do, ask God for a more dignified cancer? Pancreatic? Liver? Lung?
Have y’all seen the I can do that woman? When you watch this, try not to think of Sarah Palin at the UN.