Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Houston police have gone insane – Raid on Kmart lot leaves shock, anger. I smell lawsuits and pink slips.

Want to book Radiohead for your next party? It’s only a paltry $100k.
Damn good thing the U.S. Copyright Office has those Elvis sightings covered. I’m glad to know where my taxes are going.
I’m getting a little concerned about the Bushes’ appointees. First Ashcroft, now the guy who thinks it’s fine to raise welts on your kids in the name of acceptable Biblical spanking.
RIAA. Thought Police for the 00’s.
Do your boobs hang low?

The wonders of nationalized health care.
Dogs and cats, living together – it’ll be anarchy!
We all live in a yellow submarine.
Dancing boobies.

They were right… eBay really is going to the dogs.
Creepy stuff to keep you up at night.
Even more stuff to keep you up at night, a.k.a. The Gloved One, redux.

I shamelessly stole this from M.S.’s blog.

“synonym”, “tongue”, “zither”, “loving”, “wipe”.

F is for FANTASTIC!
Poodle spider
If the pouch has been neglected for long, you might find things that will really surprise you.
The sad existence of a specimen jar.
Yes, we are all judging you.
You know, I’ve been searching for a source of dried cattle bungs.

“Befuddled”