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News, but not the serious kind
Okay folks, we have to come up with a festival to attract tourists, and pretty much everything has already been taken. Other towns have claimed every crop, animal, saint and body part, so we need some brainstorming. Some serious navel gazing.
Hey! Navel gazing! You thinking what I’m thinking? How about a Bellybutton Festival! There would be instant interest, because lots of folks have navels. What? EVERYBODY has one? Well that’s even better!
Who doesn’t enjoy seeing a bunch of freakishly fat guts with faces painted on them? It’ll be like Carnival in Rio, but you know, with less samba dancing.
And the best thing is, we’ll no longer depend on overflow from that Large Intestine Festival over in the next town. It’s time to cut the cord!
For the second time in a week, I’m presenting Things Maybe We Should Have Explained in a Caption, but Didn’t.
I have no choice, what with finding photos of a stage drama in which the caption tells us an actor is “dressed in meat.” Say what?
Blog Guy, I read your post about the G8 Summit yesterday. I heard that two of the leaders did a famous comedy routine. Could that be true?
Sort of. President Bush tried to teach a variation of the famous Abbott and Costello ”Who’s on first?” sketch to China’s President Hu. But when they did the bit live, Bush asked, ”Who’s on first?” and Hu just said “I am?” It went downhill from there.
A frequent theme here is the sad plight of places that have no cable television, and must resort to other forms of entertainment. I’ve reported on singing dingos, sofa races and worse. But now, I may have hit rock bottom.
In Russia, they just unveiled a bronze monument to, uh, the enema. I am not making this up. A health spa specializing in illnesses of the digestive tract commissioned a $42,000 statue of cherubs carrying an enema syringe. When balloons lifted a red drape into the sky this week, there it was.
From Scotland comes news that a fashion designer is selling bikinis made from salmon skin. I’m serious. I have to ask whether this is a great idea.
For starters, there’s the smell. No matter how sexy a bikini is, the lingering scent of Evening on Fisherman’s Wharf is not a turn-on for most guys.
Blog Guy, I know you’ve written about those crazy German highways with no speed limits. I recently heard that they even let dogs drive. My friend saw one smoking a big cigar and driving 140 miles an hour!