Today is the birthday of the ninth president of the United States, William Henry Harrison, or Hank, as I like to call him.
Happy birthday, Hank, wherever you are.
Work was kicking my booty today, so I'm afraid I haven't got much a post. Way to capitalize on those increased page views from the BBC article, huh?
Good name for a band: Jesus Pancake
British supermarket staple Tesco is planning to break into the U.S. market.
10 comments:
I think Hank is playing badminton up in the hills with all the other dead presidents and guess what, I think he is actually winning the game!!! Do you reckon they let him win just coz it is his birthday?
I bet William Henry Harrison had trouble finding WMDs in Iraq from Saddam's great-great-grandfather.
Work!!??? Don't they know that you are busy atop your pedestal and will not be sullying your fingers ever again? Who are those crazies?
That's what I've been trying to tell them, Hoss.
Is this one of the "minor presidents" that merited a musical number on the Simpsons? I'm trying to remember.
And in other news, I would die of happiness if Tesco came here.
I always get William Henry Harrison confused with Benjamin Harrison. Whom, in turn, I confused with Benjamin Franklin. Who, I confess, I occasionally confuse with my neighbor Benjamin Williams.
Who I confuse with William Henry Harrison. I'm stuck in this maddening, vicious cycle.
good name for a band : the duct-taped erection.
Jesus Pancake...mmmm...sacri-licious.
If Jesus made pancakes, they would be the most delicious pancakes ever. He would make hundreds of them out of a single fish. Then he would turn wine into milk, to go with the pancakes.
I want a pancake...
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