—Let me just stop you right there and tell you that yes, you’re right, he won’t be dancing tonightâ€â€though in his defense, this whole Israel / “Lebanon†cease fire thing has him quite rattled.
Which, to hear him talk about it is a testament to his undying support for the Zionist state, who he believes suffered a major geopolitical setbackâ€â€while to hear his bookie talk about it probably has more to do with the fact the poor bastard put $10K on Israel to win outright in 7.
Oh well. Live and learn, I guess.
uh, how much have you been tipping him for “foot massages”?
Hmph. Excuses, excuses. What is that ‘dillo made of?
When I have migraines I still have sex with my husband.
Uhhh, if that’s not too TMI.
I took Hezbollah and the points.
He’s betting with his heart, and not the odds.
I can sympathize.
Yah, Israel has lost it’s air of invincibity.
Must’ve been the krypton in the Hiz mizzles…
We need some good hostage rescues to get back in the groove~!
(Or a new national prime minizter…
What is it about marrage that causes all the bedtime headaches for women?
Are you sure because I sweare I saw him riding side saddel on a greyhound outside of longmont at the track? I know there are laws in Colorado but from the look of it, I think we just found a new extreme sport. He was insisting that “that rabbit was totally real, dude.”
I think he still has a solid bet and can cheer up. Game one was a tie that got called because of geopolitical darkness. Israel goes into the second game with a new lineup and kicks ass. His only chance to loose his bet is that I don’t think Hezbollah has the bench to go seven. So Israel wins it in two, maybe three. Then the little fellow has to negotiate with his bookie. I think an impartial judge (like the Colorado underground gaming commission) will rule in his favor.
Why, no! Hrmph. Do tell us more. Spare no detail.
You have just revealed yourself to be a fictional character. Perhaps a figment of your husband’s imagination.
SOCK PUPPET!
Ya know, if it would have been the armadillo Deb Frisch had threatened, Jeff wouldn’t have gotten much sympathy.
…or really, I suppose, a figment of any husband’s imagination.
…right after the nekkid cheerleaders.
Meg, were you ever a cheerleader…?
McGehee, do you like gladiator movies?
Speaking of movies….
Since the ‘dilo ain’t dancin’, AGAIN!!!!, I went to the movies last night.
A Mini-Movie Review
By N. O’Brain
Snacks On A Plane
I’m sorry, but Fruit Rollups popping out of an overhead compartment does nothing for me.
Two thumbs down.
– Whatdoyahmean. Snatch on a plane might be fun. Wasn’t that a stage play sometime back. “Mile high with Shirley” or sumpin’.
TW: order in the court. I’ll take one blonde hostess with nothing on her.
I thought it was “Sneaks on a Plame” about a Cia agent involved with yellow Nigerians at a newspaper.
TW:street
walking witch
– Wouldn’t that be “Leaks on a Plame”, about a blonde hostess, doubling at night as a covert ticket agent, who by day is a cocktail debutante, and social gadfly, “outed” by her dufus husband.
“Cheats on a dame” – cause she had a migraine.
I’ve been trying to for years to get my wife to “drink off” her migraines instead of sleeping them off. She never bought it.
I just saw a movie about a pizza buffet that got shutdown and the people it affected. It’s called “The Fat and the Furious”.
– I think I saw the early rushes of that. Originally it took place at a barbecue cookoff contest, and they were going to call it “Pigs on a Flame”.
Now is the time to double down.
Ummm… what sort of geopolitical position did Israel have to take a setback in?
“Gevalt! Now we’re a DOUBLE-SECRET pariah!”
sorry, Jeff, about all the pork references…
In the ‘Dillo’s defense, it does appear that Arabs have finally found (or rather rediscovered) a mode of warfare at which they don’t entirely suck.
Then again, they don’t seem aware that even this aptitude cannot get them what they want without their opponents’ complicity….
I find that checking on the ‘dillo on Wednesday afternoon, rather than the Friday before, lessens the disappointment of no ‘dillo dance. I also think Jeff is setting us all up for a huge payoff, when he uses the ‘dillo as a fundraising “double or nothing” bet some Friday. Sorta like when Samuel Jackson gets paid to do a commercial where he eats cereal sitting in a first class 747 cabin, “Flakes on a Plane.”