Founders Roll Over in Their Graves
Counting One’s Blessings
A lesson in counting one’s blessings from someone not quite as bad off as Job. From a fictional account of soldiers in field training by LTC (ret) Tom Kratman:
“How’s it going, sir?”
“My ticks are well fed and fattening up nicely, thank you. The chiggers are dug in to standard, with overhead cover. My ringworm garden overfloweth. My athlete’s foot is coming along, though I think I need to wrap my feet in plastic bags for a while to get a really world class case. And then there’s some kind of rot on my crotch that I can’t quite identify but which definitely shows promise, character development-wise… ”
*heh* Not exactly Job territory, but more than any of these asshats had to complain about.
So, count your blessings, folks. And remember, every silver lining has a cloud. 🙂
“To Blave”
Found on FB:
Just Askin’
Saw this on the “home” page* for my lil toy 15.6″ Asus, an OK lil thing with notalotta horsepower but just enough for common tasks, and wondered…
“The ASUS P50IJ notebook is the best business computing companion you could ever own…”
Really? What about that sexy slave girl with the abacus over there? Hmmm?
“Worst thing a woman can say to a man?”
I wouldn’t know, since I have to leave home to be abused by women (my Wonder Woman is far, far too nice to me), but I would imagine this might make the top ten:
“Good morning, sunshine! If you think you need your ‘package’ don’t worry. It’s in a jar of formaldehyde on my dresser… “
*ouch*
So, what do you think the worst might be?
Too Many for Poker
So, it’s not a picture of “Dogs Playing Poker”. While it’s just one short of a dozen, they have to be content with gathering for nap time, since they couldn’t decide who got left out at the poker table.
CLICK for full pic.
(Stolen from FB)
iPhad: Gadget Pr0n
Just ran across a new (to me) word for Apple’s tablet: fondleslab. As in,
“I spent all night on the couch with my fondleslab.”
Pretty well sums it up, IMO.
Talk About Invasion of Privacy!
Got an email with this subject line,
What Size Is Your Prostate? See The Photo.
?!? WHERE did they get the photo, and HOW?!?
Nood Gews!
Today, while the weatherman seems to have once again missed the forecast high by nine degrees (about average, it seems) the forecast high is just about backasswards to the recorded high, in the direction of having been forecast too high this time, instead of the other way around.
No, it’s not a sign of an impending ice age. It’s just weather.