Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, I have a recipe for armadillo. Do you know a place to buy good ones?
Sure, I go down to Brazil and get mine from Leonardo’s Armadillos.
Leonardo? Didn’t he used to have a shop in Amarillo?
Say no more, I’ve heard all about those armadillo peccadillos! How does Leonardo sell his armadillos?
By the kilo.
Yummy! Armadillo by the kilo! So if I go down to Brazil, how will I know Leonardo?
He’ll be smoking a cigarillo…
Leonardo Lima da Silva, 17, offers for sale to passing vehicles an armadillo that he and his brother hunted to earn cash, near Maraba in the Brazilian Amazon region, August 18, 2009. REUTERS/Paulo Santos
Hey Blog Guy, sometimes I see funny stuff in the news and I’m sure you’ll use it in your blog, but then you don’t. Do you take bribes to ignore certain things?
Blog Guy, I was reading a history book and saw a word I didn’t know, defenestration. Rather than look it up, I thought I’d ask you what it means.
Defenestration is throwing something out a window. As in, “Close that damn refrigerator door! You’re defenestrating my hard-earned money!” Or like, “Here comes the parade, let’s defenestrate this ticker tape on them!”
What’s wrong, Blog Guy? I don’t understand!
I’ve been seeing pictures of former governor Sarah Palin yesterday serving hot dogs as she left the governor’s job. Isn’t that a natural for you? Why aren’t you all over it?
Oh, that. It’s just too obvious. Too easy. What would I even say?
Come on, straighten up, Mister! You’d say like, Sarah Palin’s wurst job? Or look at the buns on that governor? Or losers and wieners? Or I know, Sarah the Redhot Mama?
Blog Guy, I just saw that Johnny Depp movie “Public Enemies.” Somebody told me they were auctioning off one of John Dillinger’s real guns.
Yep, it sold on Saturday, for $95,600.
Are you kidding me? The Dillinger Derringer?
I don’t kid. They wouldn’t identify the winning bidder, but it may have been actor Tom Berenger.
Blog Guy, like many of your readers I have very special fashion needs. I dance the flamenco.
You mean those festive pink birds like I have in my front yard?
No, those are flamingos. I dance the flamenco. You know, with castanets.
That candy you get at the movies?
No, those are Raisinets! Please try to follow me. I clap my hands and stamp my feet a lot.
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