In which boorite demonstrates how NOT to pick up women.
James Polk's term expired, but Zachary Taylor refused to be sworn in on a Sunday.
So by law the President pro tem of the Senate was President until Taylor was sworn in. He had his hand on the button. Well, actually, he napped all day.
Here's Rex, a mongrel from the United States. He's with Hurricane Holly, a notoriously tough draw.
Look at him go! He's got a good run going! He could take the Gold ...
Oh, too bad. Holly threw him off before the eight second limit, and he's out of the competition. Next up in the Olympic leg-humping finals: Phydeaux, from France, who will be riding Battlin' Boorite.
Yo, Tinkerbell, this is Disneyworld, the happiest place in the world, where no unhppiness can survive, where even I am supressing a grin, right?
Absolutely, Mr. Zebub. Mickey and I have done the magic. Everything and everyone here is so HAPPY!
Hey, look over there. Who's that with Snow White? It's Grumpy the Dwarf! And I dare say, he doesn't look a bit happy.
Oh no, that can't be allowed. It's like matter and antimatter -- a catastrophe. Some abomination is going to rise up from this desecration, I just know it.
... so while condoms and pills are effective when used right, the surest way of preventing an unwanted pregnancy is still abstinence.
What about vasectomies?
Good question. Vasectomies also work well when done right, but ordinary stitches can't be used to close the incision; instead curved stitches with wide heads must be used to prevent leakage.
The same applies to other sterilization surgeries. Straight stitches are no good on reproductive organs; during sexual operations, the comma sutures should always be used.
Once upon a time, there was this shoemaker who lived in a small hut. One day a volcano erupted and sent a stream of hot lava roaring through the hut.
The lava was so hot, it would have melted the skin off the shoemaker's body, which would then have coagulated into piles of unidentifiable goo ...
except the shoemaker was on vacation in Germany at the time. There he got bitten by a plague-infested rat, and so his skin broke out in all sorts of multihued boils.
The boils were very itchy, and when the shoemaker scratched them, they would burst open and send streams of pus shooting forth.
The shoemaker soon died, and his body was placed on a transatlantic steamship. He was eventually buried in a landfill near Hoboken, New Jersey.
(This story pleases my sister so much, she always starts slamming her tongue in the door when I read it.)
Oh no! Your parents were infatuated with the OJ Simpson thing, and they named you after that loser. You and I are going to be shredded next year in sixth grade.
Why? Did your parents name you Whitebronco or something?
Worse. My name is Whatizit.
They named you after that blue sperm? We'd better band together and protect each other next year.
And in a few years we'll also have to take care of my kid sister. Macarena's doing ok in second grade, but when she hits middle school ...
You know, New Yorkers have to be the hardest people in the world to faze. They're completely unflappable.
I know a guy who was asked what happened to his favorite Thai beach, and he just said, "Phuket about it." Thank you, you've been great. Don't forget to tip your waitresses.
The crowd really ate up your act. Mind if I take a minute of your time?
You knocked them dead, Dan. Next week we're putting you on before the animal act.
Helen Nathan, LA Times. Do you have any comment on Dan Wallace's relations with a goat, or his years with the Libertarian Party?
We feel those are his private matters that he's working out, and that we have full confidence in his performance as a regular on this show.
How about the fact that he didn't pay his nanny's social security?
Or that he rebroadcast or reproduced the pictures, descriptions, and accounts of the Royals-Devil Rays game on May 19 without the express written consent of Major League Baseball?