Speculation is ripe as to who John Kerry will choose as his running mate. Kerry says subscribers to his e-mail alerts will be the first to know, but I am going to steal his thunder and reveal to you, gentle readers (both of you), who Kerry will choose:
That's right, me.
Once elected, my first act as Veep will be to get drunk at a state funeral and say totally inappropriate things about British Prime Minister Tony Blair's wife, Cherie. You know she's naughty.
If Nepal's drought continues, I'm inclined to believe that their rain god is gay.
If the above turns out to be the case, officials may want to call in the young Swede known as "fine beef."
Them Germans are serious about beer. Personally, I'd be happy living in a beerocracy.
While the rest of America is still celebrating the Independence Day holiday, I am lamenting the fact that I don't live in London.
California's brave leaders are protecting your God-given right to lead-filled candy.
Even if the idea for the movie "White Chicks" had indeed been your idea, would you really want to admit it?
Far more entertaining than dodgeball, there is such a thing as the U.S. Lawn Mower Racing Association.
This post is No. 50. Collect them all, trade 'em with your friends.