Beautiful Thompson Drag Raceway! Big Daddy Don Garlits and his nitro-fueled dragster! Don “The Snake” Prudhomme! Funny cars!
Beautiful Thompson Drag Raceway! Big Daddy Don Garlits and his nitro-fueled dragster! Don “The Snake” Prudhomme! Funny cars!
Fresh coffee and chocolate croissants now available in teh bar.
Oooooh…this is a serious deterrent:
Thank you Fatwa. I thought I was set up through Tuesday.
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
The USHRA used to hold its Winternationals not far from here in the OC. Then there was the dirt track in Gardena -- Ascot Park. All long gone.
Good morning, Fatwa and Mac!
TSA chief John Pistole claims that another BVD blast was averted last year; “Underwear II: Skidmarks Over America”:
I don’t wish to be flippant, but the TSA is such a clusterfark that I am deeply skeptical of any noises which issue forth from the mouths of their officials and spokesholes.
Perhaps if they embraced the Israeli model for screening passengers, they’d be more effective. But that would involve actual profiling as well as hiring sharper “agents” than one is likely to get from posting job openings on pizza boxes.
G’day, Mac and Paddy!
Mac --
No worries; you’ve been doing yeoman’s work as Thread Lad. 😉
WTH? Fatwa is in charge now? ZOG. People laughed at my concerns, and see, see?
Good morning!
Teh Squeak is now part of teh Joooooooo-controlled media; muwahahahahahahaha!
As such, it is hereby officially renamed:
הגלגל החורק
“Home….of snark!” is out; “All Jooooos all teh time!” is in.
.tfel-ot-thgir morf daer ot woh nrael ot evah ot gniog lla er’uoy dnA
(Lessons furnished at a nominal extra charge, payable in gold.)
Does that mean I get bought off with a cut of teh filthy lucre?
FTFY, Mac.
Since you asked first, you get 10%. Of the net. Which will be determined using traditional Jooooo-run Hollywood accounting methods.
That’s just mean, Fatwa Arbuckle. Give the man a percentage of the gross. Jeez.
We like Mac, remember?!
Yes, dear.
(It’s not like there’s ever going to be any profitability…on paper. The only thing in Hollywood that’s creative these days is the bookkeeping.)
I’m not Jooooish, but I have many Jooooo friends. Can I get something too?
I hear that a lot.
Okay…you get a Christmas ham every year. But no cloves.
Well at least it aint a fruitcake. I’ll take it.
Har!
That may be worth some cloves.
I said…the gross.
Don’t make me lean over the couch when you least expect it and tickle the back of your neck.
Even you have to sleep sometime. (And you’ll be tired from fondling all of your new jooooowelry.)
Not. Going. To. Say. Anything.
I suspect what you’re referring to ain’t exactly new.
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Now get off my lawn.
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Working today, how weird that sounds, and listening to Axel Rose’s musical disaster, Chinese Democracy. I finally broke down and bought it, and man, does it suck. Terrible.
It’s always disappointing when an artist one likes releases dreck; sorry, señor.
Yeah, I had heard it was crap, but then them guys on That Metal Show said it wasnt so bad. Stupid me. That’s $7 buck down the tubes.
Just saw the new motto … BWAhahahahahaHAHAHAHAsnortHAHAHAHAhahahaha!!!1!!@!!
(Kudos — that was really quick!)
Indeed…cheers to whichever of you is responsible.
(Wasn’t me, I’m just a little gerbil)
Reality belies your attempted “aw, shucks!”, sir.
Sound like the OJ Simpson channel-The Juice All the Tme.
Here’s our newest sponsor:
*Narrows eyes*
My check better be in teh mail.
Sponsor FAIL!
Juice kilt teh thread?
Killer Juice?
Avoiding teh obvious OJ reference.
Aw, Mac…that’s just heart-string-tuggingly sad. 🙁
Silly:
Uh, just a point of inquiry: under the new regime, do you need to be circumcised to post here?
Heh.
To answer your question: Let’s just say the hat-tip no longer has anything to do with hats, IYKWIMAITTYD.
In honor of “teh sad” I present zefrank’s Sad Dog Diary. I don’t know whether it’s the writing or the narration or both that makes his stuff funny.
Welp, the good news is, it’s NOT a cracked molar, the bad news is, the dentist I saw yesterday suspects a root canal *may* save the tooth, but I need to see an endo. Probably after seeing my usual dentist.
The anxiety level dropped considerably after her diagnosis, and would have done even better had the pharmacy actually HAD the script for pain pills ready -- but they didn’t.
They did today, but for last night we met one of my business contacts for dinner outside Austin. Really get along with the guy -- we should have just invited him out for the afternoon -- dinner just wasn’t enough time. So that kept my mind off the throbbing and sparking the nerve in my tooth was causing.
For the most part.
AND we got an inch and a half of rain today which was also awesome, and it looks like my buddy Bob can go home tomorrow -- he’s worried about the contents of his vegetable drawer -- I’m relieved that it’s still *there*.
I had a couple of pictures of Big Dog printed as 8x10s, they’ve been framed and are now displayed. My beautiful boy.
Being able to look back on the length and breadth of his life, and knowing it was good, along with NOT having the trauma of taking him to the vet for his final moments has really altered how I’m dealing his passing.
I don’t miss him any less -- I guess it was just less traumatic having him here at home -- the one he loved.
Overall, a middling weekend -- but all the tsouris made it a REALLY short one.
Buh.
And the other dogs are whinging for mommy-time.
*Zzzzzzt!*
And thanks a million for handling the threads, Mac and Fatwa. I’ll be back to speed soon.