Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
My kind of humor…
In the local re-enactment of this fateful, three-way gunfight, the part of Clint Eastwood was played by an RCMP member, a dumbbell played the part made famous by Lee Van Cleef and the part played by Eli Wallach was effortlessly portrayed by a Glad sandwich bag full of marijuana. The member walked into a room to speak to a young man regarding a missing person investigation he was conducting. While he was asking the young dope about the whereabouts of the missing person, the member spotted the bag of cannabis sitting on the counter top. The dumbbell noticed the bag at about the same instant. The dumbbell looked at the Constable, the Constable glared at the baggy, the baggy looked to the dumbbell, the Constable stared at the dumbbell, the dumbbell looked nervously at the baggy and so it continued until the dumbbell slowly sidestepped towards the baggy while his eyes were locked with the Constables and he made his move and drew first. That is to say he took off his ball cap and placed it over the bag of wacky-tobacky and started to move back to his original position. The Constable returned fire with, “you really are as stupid as you look. Aren’t you?” and the baggy was seized as evidence, never to fulfil it’s true destiny. Music fades, roll credits.
Read it all, and don’t miss the part about the mighty lion on the prowl and the stupid antelope stopping to nibble some (real) grass.
Stupid-crook stories, from beginning to end.
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