Was chatting at work about picking up a portable GPS, and... Just watch the greatest ad ever made:
WASHINGTON, DC—A confused President Bush broke free from the restraint of Secret Service agents this morning and ran in pursuit of departing deputy chief of staff Karl Rove's car for several blocks down Pennsylvania Avenue before being outdistanced by the vehicle.
...went for lunch in San Mateo and found a wig palace and some chicken poop. Good times.
If your ride is as embarrassing as a decade old 3-cylinder Geo Metro, it's always good to have a sense of humor about it:
My package of Conguitos came with a free plastic Sambo!

According to their web site:
Conguitos, roasted peanuts covered in chocolate, have been on the market for over 40 years. Their mascot, the Conguito, is a familiar and endearing character. Due to evolution and the changing times, our mascot has also evolved and slightly changed in order to adapt to the present day. When the "Conguito" was born in the sixties the mascot was perceived as a tiny character covered in chocolate and it has slowly evolved and been updated.
Um, okay. We're not making fun of black people, honest! It's a tiny character covered in chocolate. Or tar. Wait, chocolate.
This all makes much more sense after listening to their kickin' theme song. Okay, well, perhaps not.
cc: Revs. Jackson and Sharpton
How can you not love Woot!? Their current deal of the day is a PMP, which I couldn't care less about, but check out that picture on the PMP:
Seriously, I wouldn't even listen to that dude for 5 seconds with my penis in his mouth.
I kept looking for Mel Gibson's LS430 wrapped around a pole outside my house, but was not to be.
Gave me a good jolt. I had to put the washing machine on spin to finish the job. Damn you, tectonic plates!
Ok, grossing myself out.
Went to Kathy Griffin last Thursday. Despite being a bit late, she went on for over 2 hours with entirely new material.
To end, she read an email she received just before the show. I'm paraphrasing here, but it went something like this:
Hi Kathy.I was wondering now that you're single if you'd ever try a woman. I'd really like to meet you and think we'd have a wonderful time.
I'm staying at the EconoLodge and my room number is...
Most excellent show. The Warfield was a bit hot, but it was all laughs the entire time...
"Maybe you know who I'm talking about Steve -- it's Jesus the Messiah. He was born in a donkey's feeding trough, even more humble than a garage."
Lori's mom snapped this in Sequoia Natl Park. I haven't the foggiest as to what it is, but it gives me the heebs and I'm quite sure it made an appearance in the Wrath of Khan...

Think I'll take the plunge and replace the 250lb boat anchor in my living room when I get back from HK. So many different formats, sizes, inputs. Decisions, decisions.
And now I have to worry about snakes. That's right -- snakes.
I am. I am. So ridiculous.
I love the internets.
Memo to Frank Luntz: "MATRIX" and "Carnivore" aren't very sellable.
...props to Dan for the link.
"Welcome to York," says York (Pa.) Daily Record managing editor Randy Parker about the truly Onion-esque story that ran in his paper today."Man Charged With Assault on Sheep" was the headline, and the true-life story, by Caryl Clarke, begins: "Somebody was making nighttime visits to farmer Terry Patterson's sheep barn in the 600 block of Big Mount Road in Paradise Township." It goes on to tell of a man arrested for allegedly sexually assaulting a sheep after the barn owner installed a barn alarm and intercom system to prevent such attacks.
But there's more. Clarke's story details the police arrest report and ends with a pull-out box highlighting previous incidents of bestiality in York, including a 1997 case involving a live turkey in a food plant and a 1992 encounter between a man and a ram at the York Fair.
Is that what we're calling cock rings these days?
Meanwhile, over at the Blake trial:
Under the influence of drugs, he said, he once crawled into a cage of monkeys that were smoking cocaine.
Yeah, I'm pretty much bored.
Friend at work sent me a link saying "my countrymen are exceptionally weird. I'm mesmerized and very disturbed."
Clothes can make a statement. Urban-bag designer Tom Bihn has discovered that labels can, too. Bihn's sales have doubled since a French-language presidential insult mysteriously made its way onto the bilingual washing instructions for hundreds of his laptop bags and backpacks.The labels read: "Nous sommes desoles que notre president soit un idiot. Nous n'avons pas vote pour lui."
Translated into English: "We are sorry that our president is an idiot. We didn't vote for him."
Go see the commercial. Go on!
I hear this one has been designed to mount the Ann Coulter talking action figure from behind.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Hanukah!
Merry Kwanza!
Merry Festivus!
Merry Day-Before-Returning-Presents-Day!
Whatever you are, whatever you practice, however pissed off you are at everything being closed on a Christian holiday, Merry 25th! :-)
No joke folks, it's a real creation of the Jones Soda Co. And it's vegetarian to boot! Lordy. Story.
Don't cancel those Thanksgiving feast preparations just yet -- the soda's taste can politely be described as, um, interesting. But the limited-edition novelty soda tempted enough curious taste buds that the entire supply sold out within a few hours on the company's Web site.
My friend and old roommate got "lip augmentation" today. (He owns a tanning salon, Doc pumps lips -- they worked out an arrangement.) Sure, he's gonna look like Stifler's Mom, but that's not even the best part: he got Cosmoplast injections, a natural substance which has better staying power than collagen but still metabolizes within 4-6 months leaving nothing permanent. But it gets better. This latest round of injectables (including Cosmoplast) is derived from newborn babies' circumcised foreskin. Oh yeah, that's HOT, HOT, HOT!
Other new fav lip injections, such as Perlane, are harvested from roosters.
Ah... vanity!
Scary stuff. [cenedella.com]
Um, is it possible for Devastatin' Dave... the Turntable Slave not to suck?
Had a good chuckle at the poorly named, but midlly amusing Hall of Technical Documentation Weirdness, particularly this illustration at right from a Honda motorcycle manual.