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Thursday, January 15. 2009
An anti-love drug? Brilliant concept. It would eliminate a lot of human misery, frustration, and despair. But it would destroy the music industry.
Raccoon for dinner? Why not? Times are tough, right? Personally, I prefer possum. Possum tastes like chicken, coon tastes like bear.
Dems who hate US taxes. Funny, we now have the new head of the Treasury and the Chairman of Ways and Means, each of whom have been refusing to pay their income taxes. Things must be looking up.
TED spread says TARP is working.
Q&O: End the war on drugs
A meaningful tax favor for the semi-rich: A patch for the AMT. I'd guess that the AMT has been hitting Congressmen. It hit me last year because I rent and have no mortgage deduction. In fact, I have zero debt.
About a really big electric motor
How to evaluate gummint health proposals. Coyote
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According to Armstrong and Getty, Detroit is planning monster cars that run on rainforest trees and panda blood.
Pandas are raccoons.
It shows a shift in the popular mood.
Poor Tim Geithner, he just made an honest mistake. I've only heard this around a 1000 times. Plus he is to "smart to fail" being the only man on the planet who understands TARP.
Funny, how my skeptical Dago mind works, but if this were to happen to moi,
I don't think I would have everyone clamoring that I made an honest mistake.
I'm not going to pay my first two quarterlies in 09. Timmy gave me a pass. I think this would upset Joe Biden who said that it is unpatriotic not to pay more in taxes.
I'm going back down in my basement , and put my head in a vise, for the ump teenth time.
A profitable mistake. Michelle Malkin is saying he got reimbursed for taxes he didn't pay.
Doesn't "reimbursement for taxes" get taxed too? It's income, isn't it?
Would someone please be so kind as to provide factual insight into the AMT--thank you.
Mexico loves raccoon --down there it's available canned. i think the factory is in Cancun.
PETA had a protest to bancun from Cancun here, but not many showed up.
Hussein Obamanites could fire up doobies with the smoky kid should the end of War on Drugs be the change he brings.
Don't hold your breath.
Yall will have to settle for the satisfaction of imagining the White House negro token ganja in a closet not near the girls rooms.
Leag ... Mr. Obama needs to ask Bill Clinton where all the best White House closets are. He's the expert.
I'll take your word on it Missy Marianne, because ya seem to know alot about Willy Jeff.
I know him says, he don't hold his breath or swallow or something like that.
But I ain't so sure.
BHusseinO, however, claims to be a serious toker.
I'm hoping them fine imported cigar sized joints don't set off the smoke alarms....but no matter, he's got the Presidential Seal..
and the sign over the door says - Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Those cigar-sized joints are called 'blunts', Ron. I bet he has a sign on his desk that says: "I won't bogart this joint if you put some change in the hope jar."
Is the presidential seal one of those cute little white harp seals? Or maybe those seals are for Michelle, the First Harpie.
Can't you just hear Cypress Hill's Insane in the Membrane cranking on the box in the oval office? The door cracks open and smoke pours out...Captain O pokes his nose out and says in a forced presidential tone, "Hold my calls, except from Carlos 'the Jack-in-the-box' Mendez. And get me some Doritos right away." The door closes and he grabs the red phone and is immediately connected to the Pentagon: "This is POTUS, (hmmm, huh-huh), man, we're like condition red, DO YOU HEAR ME, CONDITION RED! (Mmmm, huh-huh-huh. Huh.). I need Doritos, STAT! (Huh)." Hangs up phone and crawls under desk. Sound of muffled giggling and a voice shrieking, "Doritos! Condition red!" More giggling and a heavy smoke surrounds the desk. A tape recorder is turned on and Hail to the Chief begins to play.
Jephnol...that is one funny word picture you just painted for us NORMAL folks...
isn't it HighTime you and Meta don't join forces and Wright a screen play entitled ..
'Adventures in O's Oval Office' ... while the window's open, letting some air into the room
haw --meta's already working on it --the Lone Ranger ref yesterday --they could script "The Loan Arranger" --an office comedy set in a bank. The whole staff is dressed in those black & white jailhouse suits with that big Disney ball & chaing on their ankles and wearing that Lone Ranger black mask. Tonto is the security guard and every time a customer makes a withdrawl he scalps him and gives the cash back to the Bank president (Kramer from Seinfeld) --
yuk yuk --obama has unstoppable giggle fit during State of the Union speech --Wavy Gravy comes out and escorts him gently off the stage. The Surgeon General takes the lecturn and gravely announces "Do not take the brown acid!" For some reason the mic has gone on reverb and the Democratic side of the aisle starts sobbing and popping B-12. Hendrix 'Star Spangled Banner' from Woodstock comes up loud on the big screen and in the feedback and wawa Vladimir Putin dressed as Jesus appears in the back of the room and starts riding a donkey up the aisle toward the stage
HaHaHaHa............ 'High Times'. Merit badge for funny to Ron. Jephnol, come out from under that desk and share the munchies fair and balanced.
Obama starts smiling real big just as the crowd applause dies down, opens his mouth and belts out:
I pulled into Washinton, I was feelin' about half past black;
I just need some place where I can lay my crack.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find some head?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.
Then Michelle busts a gut and the republicans start fidgeting for their flasks and Henry Waxman knocks Vlad off his ass and pulls the tampons out of his nose which were there to keep his acorn-sized brain from freezing and Vlad says I'm used to cold weather unlike you pussies so I am taking over and Obama stands aside giggling and pulls out a coupla Twinkies and the band strikes up "Moon River" as Bush does what he's wanted to do for eight years and moons the millions.
was wondering if Mr. BD sends Meta's check via U.S. Mail or if she has direct deposit...
either way she should submit a request for a pay increase,
to help with cost of the Doritos
haw haw haw --ah jeez i wet my gymshorts --oh well just sit still awhile theyll dry up