The pint-sized giant of the entertainment industry has passed away at the age of 93. Best known for…
Known for his roles in "Independence Day" and "Homeland", he established the "Suit" character role,…
Harold Ramis dead at 69 of complications from autoimmune inflammatory vasculitis
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He was 85.
Because he takes after his father!!
Your challenge? To make this go VIRAL. Social media, blogs, emails, any way you can.
Learn it, love it, LIVE IT!!
I think the military needs to get this contract.
A company in northern Idaho has come up with a culturally sensitive approach. Jihawg Ammo has developed a proprietary system for infusing ballistic paint with pork. The special pork-infused paint is then applied to the bullets of loaded ammunition. The inclusion of pork in the paint makes the bullets haraam, or unclean. Under Islamic law, anyone who comes in contact with any haraam item is then unclean and must engage in a cleansing ritual. No unclean person can be admitted into Paradise. Do not pass Go. Do not collect 72 virgins. (From WND)
I ask you: how many of the islamojihadist jackwagons would take the risk, knowing they would NOT get into “Paradise”??
Hat tip: MrFixit.
I like Fridays around the interwebtubenets. Usually those are the days for a specific theme at several blogs. For example, our friend JohnD over at Nobody Move! has Friday Movie Quote. Last week on our Open Thread, maestro semprinin suggested that we post our favorite movie quotes. And with the amount of cinematic wordsmithery out there, this should be a piece of cake for most of y’all.
Yes, there are some people like that.
Anyway, rules are simple: everybody can post a limit of five quotes, giving the line, actor, and title.The more obscure, the better. Familiar quotes are fine, but make sure to quote correctly. None of this “Do you feel lucky, punk?” crap*. So, get started!!
*The actual quote is “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, punk?”
There has been a bit of a tweak in the time-space continuum.
Soylent Green had to rebuild his blog over at
the other platform from hell Blogger, and his deliciousness can be found at several places, including Soylent Siberia, The Soylent Sage, and Soylent Green.
Just stick with Soylent Siberia for the most part. Even though it’s Blogger.
And I have now been informed that our blogger friend, XBradTC, has a new (well, “new” in that he is now actively posting stuff there) blog. His deliciousness can be found over at The Captives. A sample:
He likes tushies, and so do y’all.
Consider this my public service announcement for the week
No, that’s not a directive, people.
The whole thing made me chuckle, but I laughed out loud at the Toyota. Why?
Because it’s not a Prius
Have a great Saturday!!
Graphic found at The Blacksphere’s Facebook page.
So, the libtardverse was atwitter with accusations that Mitt Romney cheated on the debates because ZOMG!!! they spied a white item on his podium!!!
No, that ain’t a joke.The left was just aghast at the way Romney
bitchslapped Prez Pussy was doing all he could to win. Never let it be said that the right will not own up to mistakes made by our nominee, though.
Courtesy of Moe Lane, who will go through the mantle and into the inner core to dig for the truth.
Seriously, just when I think the leftists can’t go lower, I discover how wrong I am.
Saw this and I laughed hysterically.
So, tell us what you thought of the first debate. I know it was on Wednesday, but c’mon! It’s still funny as hell
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, “I’ve got some bad news. You have cancer, and you’d best put your affairs in order.”
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.
“Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don’t go so well. In this case, things aren’t well. I have cancer. So, let’s head to the club and have a martini.”
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman’s old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end. “I’ve been diagnosed with AIDS.”
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman’s daughter leaned over and whispered, “Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?”