I am in a miserable state of delirious exhaustion today. Some people respond to lack of sleep a little better than others; I'm not one of those people. I finally got to bed around 2 a.m. and stumbled back to my feet at 7 a.m. to get ready for work. I am now suffering a cold and speaking as if I were drunk.
I happened upon this story today. I would personally like to apologize to Britain, on behalf of my fellow Americans, for the negative comments.
I am very, very, very, very, very sorry that we called you tea-sipping yellow-toothed pansies. When we called you "meddling socialist pricks," we were probably drunk. When we called you "weenie-spined Limeys," well, obviously, that was uncalled for. And we realize that our bringing up both world wars every time you offer constructive criticism is a very tired and rhetorically weak tactic, but, well, we can't think of anything else to say.
For what it's worth, Iknow we lost the War of 1812 -- to Canada. And I still love the castles!
Prime Minister Tony Blair's comic timing made the news today in the United States and I would like to point out to Jenny that Blair was wearing a poppy (hint, hint).
In yet another election disappointment, there will be no Sheriff Love Sponge.
Here's a story that underlines the importance of good translation; there's a difference between turning lions loose upon Christians and turning lions into Christians.
This woman is a criminal mastermind.
Things you might find in my pickup: a jug of antifreeze, bungee cords, a few oil rags, a blanket, a flashlight -- nothing particularly exotic.
Boy I sure love donuts. But I'm in my car. I've got to use one hand to drive and the other to hold my coffee -- where should I put my donut? Dang, seemed like a good idea at the time.