1) So there we were. We bought a house, and then some scientists came over and dug up the front yard. Yea, Marge, they wanted to find some guy's grave from the 1800's. Yea, they say that Andrew Jackson killed him. Jackson. From the 7 dollar bill or something, I don't know. Point is, now I have to get out there and clean everything up, because you know Earl isn't going to do anything while football is on.
2) Rich Rodriguez, who has built West Virginia into an all-star program, is leaving his alma mater to coach the University of Michigan GeraldFords. This is good for the athletic program of Michigan, since their first two choices were a bust. Personally, I would have gone after Rich before Greg Schiano of Rutgers, but then again I'm an idiot.
3) This story should assuage my parents' apprehension that I will never go back to school. Of course they will be dead, and I will have no ability to use a degree, unless they are giving out Bachelors in Shitting Your Pants.
4) The White House Christmas parties seem to be easier to get into than the matinee of The Lion King on Broadway. The criteria to attend one of these parties seems to be a District of Columbia zip code. Everyone have a good holiday, and be sure to take some of the nuke codes with you, as a gift.
Well, that's about it. It's like Bill Murray as Phil Connors said: "This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather."
Monday, December 17, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment