Tanzmetall, Sgt. Earth, nervestaple, and farkle-farkle watch the thrilling debate on C-Span, as the House debates the final vote on healthcare.
farkle-farkle: Why is C-Span showing DC as if it’s in Pacific time?
nervestaple: Because a major stipulation of the health bill was to put DC on rafts and float it off the coast of Los Angeles.
Tanzmetall: Yeah, they’re gonna sink the poor areas and use them as underwater buttresses, to keep California from sliding into the ocean.
Sgt. Earth: I hear that worked well for New Orleans.
“A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!”, cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge’s nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.
“Bah!”, said Scrooge. “Humbug!”
He had so heated himself with rapid walking in the fog and frost, this nephew of Scrooge’s, that he was all in a glow; his face was ruddy and handsome; his eyes sparkled, and his breath smoked again.
“Christmas a humbug, uncle?”, said Scrooge’s nephew. “You don’t mean that, I am sure?”
“I do”, said Scrooge. “‘Merry Christmas’! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.”
“Come, then”, returned the nephew gaily. “What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough.”
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Clunkline’s 2 year anniversary and 1,000th article are coming up, and Tanz wants the two to coincide.
So, my gift to you is this article to bump the counter that much closer to number 1,000.
Merry Christmas, don’t expect me to get you anything else.
And I hope you got me something nice and/or expensive.
I got you an electric dildo I found in my neighbor’s garbage. The batteries are still inside but I think the acid is leaking. Merry Christmas to you too! -Tanz
What the hell, Google? I thought we was tight.
This morning, I watched Serenity. I cried three times. When I was done, I said to myself, “Films like that are why I write.”
Then I watched The Fifth Element. I did not say it twice.
When you can't find sheep and you're in a hurry...
Found in a gas station restroom somewhere in central PA.
I took my pen and appended “Also several amphibians” to the message, but I neglected to take a picture of it afterward.
Reichsmarschall Ulrich von Pappenheim: You shall be held accountable for your actions, Martin Luther, and be made an example of.
Luther: You cannot do this! Persecuting me opens a can of worms!
Reichsmarschall Ulrich von Pappenheim: That brings me to the Edict of Worms: you must eat this bucket of worms.
Luther: You suck!
Everybody hides things. We all, for one reason or another, have certain thoughts and feelings that we keep to ourselves. And from the day I began writing for this site, there has been one nagging thought that I’ve never been able to get away from. And I finally decided I can’t take it anymore; I’ve kept this feeling inside for too long, and it’s time I shared it with the world…
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