Someone has intercepted the IMs between Giuliani and Pat Robertson.
It’s still not as funny as this one, though.
Someone has intercepted the IMs between Giuliani and Pat Robertson.
It’s still not as funny as this one, though.
I mean, what could be scarier than a conspiracy of law professors?
A tale of true horror: Night of the Living Democrats. Of course, Bob Hope beat them to it, by decades.
As a former Michiganian (not “Michigander,” which is an atrocity on the language) now living in the Sunshine State, I laughed out loud at this exchange over at Free Republic (in response to the embarrassing disquisition on American map-reading ability by the unfortunate beauty pageant contestant):
Just be glad she wasn
Lileks is blogging, hilariously, from the Minnesota State Fair.
“Doug From Upland” has a request of Sandy Berger:
Do you think you could take the time to go to the Clinton Library to review all of the documents? If you are able to fit that into your schedule, we will trust your judgment in determining which are most important for the American people to see before the next presidential election.
Because I doubt that the security will be as intense as at the National Archives, I am hoping that you will be able to stuff them into your pants, take them out of the building, and leave them under a travel trailer near the site. I will provide the location of the travel trailer when I hear from you that you will be able to perform this act of patriotism.
When I saw this headline, I wasn’t sure whether or not it was a joke (I’m pretty sure it is).
It reminds me of the old joke about the farmer who had a mule. His barn door was a little short, and every time the mule went through it, his ears would brush against the upper frame. So he got out a saw and cut two notches for the ears to pass through. After his neighbor came over in response to the sound of the barn collapsing, he asked the farmer why he did it. After the explanation, he asked, “Well, why didn’t you just dig a trench through the doorway?” The farmer replied, “It was his ears that were too long, not his legs.”