Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, I know you’re an authority on 1960s music. What’s David Crosby up to these days? I thought I saw him advertising oatmeal on television!
You’re thinking of Wilford Brimley, the white-haired actor in those ads.
He’s not Amish, he’s Quaker, or else they would be Amish Oats.
Yes, but no Quaker could play the 12-string guitar like Brimley could.
You mean like Crosby, which brings us back to your original question. The musician kind of dropped out of sight, and there are rumors that he moved to Switzerland and ran for political office under the assumed name of Luc Recordon. Clearly that clever name, “record-on,” was a tease to his many fans.
Switzerland? Wow! Cold country like that, I bet he goes through a lot of oatmeal! What was this Recordon guy’s election campaign slogan?
Which is why it’s a great step forward that a major fashion show finally accepted creations from that group, namely 14-year-old boys who enjoy science fiction.
“Hi! Looks like we’re seatmates all the way to Tokyo!”
“You don’t mind if I fly naked, do ya Bob?
“You take the middle seat. Sometimes I have to get to the lavatory REAL fast!”
“Bob, those bloggers make me CRAZY! I’d love to get my hands on one! So what do YOU do?
She has been doing so well, but today at breakfast she dropped her fork, crawled over to the next booth to get it, and claimed she saw the Obamas and the Bidens. Like all they have to do with their time is have waffles and patty sausages here at the Yankee Kitchen!
It’s called ”Police Pope!” See, this guy used to be a cop, and when he becomes the Pope he still misses police work. So they call him in on tough cases. You know, he’s out on that little balcony a lot, and when they need help they flash a signal. He puts on his cop hat, and he’s off!
Yes, indeed. The dogs were given several acres of wooded land about five years ago, as an experiment to see what they could accomplish.
Quick quiz: In this photo, a cadet is…
playing the oldest practical joke in the book: “It’s for you, Mr. President!”
helping Bush leave a voice mail drafting Scott McClellan.
having Bush call his Latin professor a “big fat poo-poo head”
dumping his fiancée by having Bush say, “I need Ernie for a secret mission!”
Then they dug up the remains of his son and grandson for DNA comparisons, and dug up the grandson’s WIFE, because once you start digging up skulls, it’s so hard to stop.
From Moscow, news that some billionaire is starting a magazine named Snob. I’m serious.
This is a turning point in publishing. If he can market directly to our worst character flaws, watch out! We’ll see slick, glossy magazines like Big Jerky Butthead, and Wanton Hussy. Subscribe to Town Drunk, and get a year of Stupid Blabbermouth, free!
The first child returned with a pail of plump blackberries. The second came back with red holly berries, which happen to be poisonous. The third went into the city, pulled the Big Con Switcheroo on a bunch of dimwit business guys, and brought grandma a bucket of BlackBerry handhelds with high resale value.