Am
I the only one who can't tell the Pope from the
Grinch from that evil emperor guy in the Star
Wars flicks? There's a little girl in Brazil
who might not know the difference either.
And speaking of things that make you wonder, there's a
guy who's had 98% of his body inked.
Mark Twain once observed that he would refuse to go
to heaven if there were no cigars there. Apparently,
a good smoke isn't the only thing missing from the
dining car of the Train to Glory. There's "no mo'
sausage," as these fine singers tell us:
Judging, perhaps too harshly, from the look on the
woman's face, I think the choice between Paradise
and mo' pancakes might be a tough one for her.
The patriot files
posted 3-28-09
The all-American Dali kicks some foreign ass. He's
tired of upstart little peckerwoods who dare to
criticize what they don't understand. Warning:
Article contains an R-rated photo.
Forget those dateless, lonely
Saturday nights. The Dali imparts the secrets of
writing a winning personal ad. [Article may load
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