—Stop right there. The little guy is dancing, only not here, and not for you. Not today, at least. Instead, he loaded up the Jeep last night and made his way down to Houston, where he’s no doubt cheering up displaced New Orleans kids holed up inside the Astrodome even as we speak.
He’s a hero.
I just hope he doesn’t forget himself and whip out his little armadillo pecker. Because sometimes, when he gets really into the music, he likes to twirl that horrible thing like a spongy pink lasso and practice roping whatever canned beverage happens to be sitting on my coffee table at the time.
BINGO!!!!!
Thank You Jeff. It was the breath of fresh air that I needed.
The Democrats are engaged in internal bloodbath. You won’t believe what they are calling each other.
“Sen. Bayh Lost His Balls During A Swing Party Project While His Penis Remained Intact”
I wonder if Sen. Bayh ever reads the blogs. If you do, make sure your kids don’t read the stories about you.
I think it’s time to call BS. I haven’t read this blog regularly until about the last month. During that time I’ve gone through about 5 Fridays.
I’ve come to the conclusion this much vaunted armadillo does not exist. He’s just a fantasy created to keep those of us with no life coming back Friday after Friday!
Now, that’s an image.
But doesn’t it actually make you a little penis occupied this evening?
I wonder why the craptacular MSM isn’t covering the Dallas influx of refugees. It’s because it is going very smoothly. One guy said he was now a Texan and he was never leaving.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Phantom Armadillo.
I really enjoy the smileys. I feel fuzzy now.
That’s not funny, that’s sick…
— National Lampoon
Does the little guy’s schlong have a name?
Gannon. Of course.
The little guy’s little guy.
Houston, huh? Well, there’s probably a wry witticism about armadillos in Texas trying to cross the road in there somewhere, but I’m switched if I can think of one.
Oh and Jeff, guess what? I’ve got my 5-year-old in my lap, (fresh from her bathy-bath-bath. She looked at your Serpico photo over to the left and said, “Papa, is that Jesus?”
Turing = form, as in, Moments like that help keep me in top form, mental-wise.
Well, Jesus was a Jew, you know…
Must… resist… tasteless… Jew… joke…
Arma-ding-dong
Related to the Arama-dama-ding-dong, if I’m not mistaken…
SB: local
hero
That sure changes a lot of answers to the old “What would Jesus do?” question. I’m pretty sure no Young Life teeny-bopper, presented with a confounding moral dilemma, ever concluded, “…I should probably just smoke some peyotl and dive into an orgy.”