Stern gits r dun

Or if you prefer: Wrinkly Half-Dead Dick Sprays Old Lawyer in Woods

This incident is so rich I could spend days riffing on it. I might even take tomorrow off just to collect my thoughts. Here we have a guy who already pointed the guns of this country in the wrong direction to kill the lesser of two evils. Some one could make the parallel, not me since both my parents are attorneys, he again misdirected weapons and shot the lawyer and not the bird. Although I have very little against birds who don't have the flu, I'm sure this quail was living in a cave somewhere producing threatening videos. You have to respect the Veep's game. I think he purposely shot poor Mr. Whittington to demonstrate to all local wild life and lawyers who only donate $2,000 to the GOP that he means business. Then again, you'd think a classic "fuck off* snarl could have had the same effect. If this isn't a resume builder I don't know what is. So cheers to our think first act later leader. Good work cock. We're all proud. It just occurred to me that VP C and 50 Cent now have enough in common...that it's chart time:


(had to insert the chart as a pic, formatting was f'd)

Ok, I think I've hit that long enough but when you find a fat one you just can't stop. BA knows.
Funny how I’ll spend 30 mins going off on the VP and won’t even touch a certain cartoon that is causing uproars everywhere. It’s like when comedians will make fun of anyone except Suge Knight. Except worse.
So tonight I am blogging from my own house by pirating some one else’s signal and watching some one else’s dog. Pete’s bitch Marley will be sleeping my bed tonight. Things have gotten grim.
I could use the attention though. I got excellently banged up this week in lacrosse as my team collapsed quicker than a Cheney hunting trip. I could also use a good night’s sleep. Between late nights at work last week, drinking and lacrosse on the weekend and the constant bird chirping that begins at 4 AM outside my window, I’m running a deficit worse than…fuck I won’t even say it. Oh and the radiator unit, yeah, it speaks out just when you’re drifting off. Like some one whispering in your ear “wake up you prick.” Love my house.
Despite actually having some work to do last week, I had an enjoyable one. Out with my sister Thursday night for one too many beers. Had an excellent dinner with Rodericks (Leigh’s parents) on Saturday night – then headed up to
Camdenwith Ari to hang with the gothic chicks and people who stick metal through any skin that hangs. It looks, as Ari mentioned, like the east village 10 years ago. I think it looks like all the kids in Wellsville, the town that bears my middle name and where my family farm is located in central PA. I was right at home.
Londonis incredibly clean despite a few untouchables out and about. I actually saw a guy this week, as I was riding the bus to work, gently brush the 3 leaves off the sidewalk on
Hyde Parkinto the street. He reached over the railing and spent 3 mins of his life pushing them 6 inches to the left. This socialism stuff is so cool.
Speaking of which, I’m working on this massive consolidation project at work. Company X has 4 locations and wants to in one. They’ve budged about $40 million in their HR budget as a part of this move. Now I know they plan to fire a bunch of people so I say to my boss, “boss, why is the sky blue?” No. I say “why so much if you’re canning people?” He replies, “silly American, this is the
UK, firing people does not cut costs in the short run, you retarded yank.”
“Oh. Pathetic,” was I could muster.
Yorke, what do you call a vegetarian with diarrhea? A salad shooter.
Tell your friends.
Fat Leo arrives this Thursday morning. He may want to think twice about posting negative GW comments on my blog. If not now, then at least when he’s standing outside on my doorstep, jet lagged and smelling like the superdome. Word to the wise, GW is still number 8. KNOW THAT.
Have at it.
Will

Stern’s selected reading (thanks for the link dad):

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/08/health/08fat.html?pagewanted=1&ei=5070&en=4eb4d476df0744a2&ex=1140066000&emc=eta1

It speaks volumes. And even if it doesn’t, it’s all I hear.