Fractured fairy tales from a 50-something
I was in the bathroom today getting ready to brush my teeth and I heard a commercial on TV. They said if you eat the secret sauce, you can expose your underarms. Of course, the water was running. Maybe I got it wrong…
If Piggy sees another news story about the Obama Clinton Primary soap opera, I swear to god he’s going postal. However, he has a solution. Lock the two candidates in a room together. Drop a gun from a trap door in the ceiling. Whoever walks out, wins.
Yeah, I know. You look out the window here in Minneapolis and you can watch the snow falling. Hell, more like blowing like a banshee.
That’s right…spatulas. I’ve got five of them in my utensil drawer. Do they breed? Are they spreading like the Black Plague?
What the hell was she thinking? Did her dad (Tony Curtis) do commercials? Did her mom (Vivien Leigh) do commercials? Does the Pope bear wood in the forest? Hell, I don’t know but I’ve probably just offended a half dozen Catholics. But that’s okay because I’m watching The Tudors and the Pope is just not impressing the hell out of me on that show. Why can’t he just give Henry his divorce?
The best explanation I can think of is to listen to the Bob Wayne's Weblog theme song. Yes, that's right, I have a theme song (conveniently stolen from "What Do You Want From Life" by The Tubes). Enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you really think!Official Bob Wayne's Blog Theme Song
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