Nothing beats a thick pair of wool socks on a cold day. I feel like I could punch a yeti in the face!
The reasons I support Rick Perry are his conservatism, his strong record, and… um… what was the third one?
Thought a surprising amount of time in J Edgar had the main character prancing around in a dress, then I realized I was watching Jack & Jill.
Actually, the movie choices this weekend almost makes me miss giant, incomprehensible robots punching each other.
If OWS has done anything, it’s proved that the left are right about it being dangerous to encourage unhinged people.
The sitcom Up All Night has parts that are funny and parts with Maya Rudolph.
Frank J, writer, engineer, blogger, humorist, husband, father, moon nuker, and yeti face puncher.
We just passed 11:11 on 11/11/11. It’s RON PAUL ELEVENTY ELEVENTY TIME !!!!111!1!!1111
That’s easy for you to say, storm. Out west, we’re WAY behind the times.
I’m liking this whole yeti punching thing. And the debates and…um….what?
This “11:11 on 11/11/11” Ron Paul thing is completely bogus cheating because it’s really “11:11 on 11/11/2011” which breaks the pattern.
Now, in the year 1111, it would have been “”11:11 on 11/11/1111” and that would be legitimate ELEVENTY! Similarly with “12:12 on 12/12/1212” (TWELVETY!)
So, it’s clear we’re out of Ron Paul!!11!11!11!11!11! time.
“Nothing beats a thick pair of wool socks on a cold day. I feel like I could punch a yeti in the face!”
Okay, now you’re just taunting the Secret Service. Don’t be surprised if they show up at your house.
Head to your local OWS gathering, Frank J. You’ll find lots of disease ridden, lice infested yeti to punch in their stupid yeti faces.
The yeti is also known as the abominable snow man due to his stench. I think we are on to something here.
storm1911, could he also be known as the Obamanable Snow Job Man?
@Son of Bob: Yeah, I think he cracked Moo-chelle’s code name.
My sister sent me this story:
President Barack Obama was in the Oval Office when his telephone rang.
“Hello, President Obama, a heavily accented cowboy voice said. “This is Archie, down here at Dad’s Bar and Steak House in Two Dot, Idaho, I am callin’ to tell ya that we are officially declaring war on ya!”
“Well Archie,” Barack replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army?”
“Right now,” said Archie, after a moments calculation “there is myself, my cousin Harold, my next-door-neighbor Randy, and the whole dart team from Pine’s Bar. That makes eight!”
Barack paused. “I must tell you Archie that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”
“Wow,” said Archie. “I’ll have at call ya back!”
Sure enough, the next day, Archie called again. “Mr. Obama, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some infantry equipment!”
“And what equipment would that be Archie?” Barack asked.
“Well sir, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Harry’s farm tractor.”
President Obama sighed. “I must tell you Archie, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armored personnel carriers Also I’ve increased my army to one and a half million since we last spoke”
“Lord above”, said Archie, “I’ll be getting back to ya.”
Sure enough, Archie rang again the next day. “President Obama, the war is still on! We have managed to git ourselves airborne! We up an’ modified Harold’s ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the coffee shop have joined us as well!”
Barack was silent for a minute then cleared his throat. “I must tell you Archie that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I’ve increased my army to TWO MILLION!”
“Oh Lord,” said Archie, “I’ll have to call you back.”
Sure enough, Archie called again the next day. “President Obama! I am sorry to have to tell you that we have had to call off this here war.”
“I’m sorry to hear that” said Barack. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
Well, sir,” said Archie, “we’ve all sat ourselves down and had a long chat over a few beers, and come to realize that there’s just no way we can feed two million prisoners..”
Rock’em Sock’em Robots FTW…