It’s your turn. Time for you to step up and take control.
It’s Friday Night Open Thread. What’s on your mind? Got a joke? A link? Something you just want to get off your chest? The floor is yours.
Who wants to start?
It’s your turn. Time for you to step up and take control.
It’s Friday Night Open Thread. What’s on your mind? Got a joke? A link? Something you just want to get off your chest? The floor is yours.
Who wants to start?
Nope. Not gonna start until Basil free-associates a little.
Sorry. Driving.
What the hell was that you just drove by?
P.S.: Your left tail light is dimming.
And turn down that music!
{Basil twists the radio knob and hears ….}
“Sweet Home, Al-Obama . . . “
And now: Miss Petulant Clark
♪♫
When you’re Ellen and life is making you lonely
You can always go.
Don Town
Millenials got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seem to help, I know.
Don Town
Just listen to the music of detractors in the city
Finger on the Twitter, where the neocons are petty
How can you lose?
The rights are much righter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go Don Town
Things’ll be great when you’re
Don Town
“You’re Fired!” place for sure,
Don Town
Everything’s waiting for “Yuge.”
Don’t hang around and let your problems surround you
There are movie shmoes
Don Town
Maybe you know some little Mar-A-Lago
Where they’re never close
Don Town . . .
♫ ♪♫
Hillary’s new slogan — On Ward Together — sounds very One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest-ish. Nurse Ratched doesn’t seem to have heard that her pal Big Indian is a fake.
How many hoaxes will it take til they know,
that too many Leftists have lied…
The answer, my friend , isn’t in in the MSM
The answer isn’t in the MSM
[Basil twists the radio knob, and hears Billy Joel …]
♪♫
Oh, lie, lie, lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie…
…And the witless are practicing politics
As the businessmen literally get stoned
And they’re chairing the DNC in their loneliness
But it’s bitter when Dinkins’ alone.
And politics turns to a carnivore
And “microagressions”? I need a beer.
And they all passed the bar
And take bread from Val Jar
And say, “Men? What are you doing here?”
Lie, lie, lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie…
♪♫ ♪♫ ♪♫
On a completely different subject, my house has been invaded by sugar ants. (Apparently, I’m just sweet or something.)
No, really. The NW had a record wet six months and the ants have exploded all over Western Washington. The little Jihadis are terrorizing everyone! It’s on the news. (Same with rats, apparently, although they’re rumored to be migrating out of Seattle…)
Every couple of hours, I go to war with electromagnetic vacuum weapons. But I can’t find how they’re infiltrating – very frustrating. The usual chemical weapons (Karo syrup with Borax) isn’t making a dent in their numbers. My next step is to use it as a WMD and ring the outside of the house with it and see if I can convince them to stay outside and die.
I’m also considering nuking them. More on this as it develops.
“My next step is to use it as a WMD “
An explosion of ants certainly call for a retaliatory explosion. Of ants.
For what it’s worth, my understanding is that ants are technically unbeatable by humans.
They can survive in soil and they can live in wood. So, unless your house is all 100% concrete or steel, there is a certain amount of inevitability to the ant situation. They do seem to be smart, though, and to detour around places where their scouts and workers get killed in unacceptable numbers.
I could write a short documentary on their behavior, Oppo. And, on my crows and towhees – who seem to love me.
♪♫ If I could talk to the animals…♪♫
There once was a man with crows,
Who said that he knows what he knows;
And as for towhees,
Their comes and goees
He said, “Well, that’s how it goes.”
.
There once was a man with plants
That were fully infested with ants
He took Rodneydill’s advice
And slid on the ice
After discarding his pants.
There once was a man with plants,
That were fully infested with ants,
While sleuthing their sources,
He misjudged their forces,
And wound up with ants in his pants.
There once was a man with “plants”
Infested, one may say, by ants;
He harrumped a Harrump
(His name was Trump)
They were Obama’s Gildensterns and Rosencrantz.
Boogers Are Good For You
If boogers are good to eat,
Shouldn’t kids eat ’em, just like meat?
If we load them up,
Into an eight-ounce cup,
We can feed politicians a treat.
New restaurant idea: Booger King
“Welcome to Booger King. Can I help you?”
“I’d like a Bouble Snot Booger, please”
“Would you like some extra-snotty fries with that?”
“Yes, please.”
“Something to drink?”
“A medium Cherry Snot.”
“That’ll be $8.75 at the window.”
(Blows nose.) “Thank you.”
Nice restaurant, but they make you pay through the nose.
Hummmmm…There seems to be a touch of lunacy in the congregation tonight. Too much Agent Orange perhaps.
IMAO lunacy is 100% certified organic.
Willie Mays, probably the best baseball play whom I’ve ever seen, was born May 6, 1931. Honor him by saying “hey” to somebody today.
Hey, somebody!
Hey, hey, hey! ~ Fat Albert
Say hey, hey, hey. — Fat Willie Mays
Na na na na Hey Hey, goodbye. — Steam
♪♫ “Hey hey hey hey what about me?” ♪♫ (Song by Scott Mackenzie)
Hey, hey, hey! ~ Fat Albert