Crap Throwing Monkey

Three days. Three days that refrain's been stuck in my head. And I don't know why; it's been at least a year since I heard that song. Not even Dancing Queen's getting it out of my head. Three days. I must have about two thousand variations on it by now...

and the poor ones resort to...the Honda Fit.

"Sometimes your picture goes "thud", when you look out the window and your yard's full of mud..." Sorry...still stuck on Gordon Lightfoot...so sorry...

It just took me thirty seconds to confirm that every other appearance of impropriety mentioned on this board has been treated as a scandal. Like it or not...it's a scandal. A bull sh-- scandal, like most of them. But a scandal.

I call bull sh--. He may have followed the letter of the law...but it still looks slimy. If the partisan tables were turned, you'd be shouting it from the rooftops. I also think that anyone who claims to be surprised by corruption in boxing, of all things, should have their head examined.

Yeah...if we get a Democrat-controlled congress, he might finally use that mythical "Presidential Veto" thingy we've heard so much about...

Althought, actually, Bush no longer has to ignore the whistleblower laws, since they were struck down by Judge Alito and the Supremes today... BTW, how's your blood pressure?

Worse that's it's nothing but the refrain to "Sundown". For THREE FRIGGIN' DAYS. "Sometimes, I think it's a sin, when I feel like I'm winnin' but I'm losin' again..." The only thing that makes it bearable is thinking up different rhymes for the couplet: "Sometimes, I think it's a joke, when I see Jillson playing 'cause Tallinder's arm broke..." I'm driving the wife up the wall...

I'll trade you. I've got Gordon Lightfoot stuck in my head...

Out of Santa Barbara? Not personally, but I've read some of his work. Have his books on my bookshelf, even though I've been out of physics for some years now.

Funny. I happen to have worked on string theories, myself, when I was a physicist. Small world.

You misspelled "squirrel cage".

Ooooh. Good one.

Of course, it could be that he was just an idiot. I mean, what player in his right mind would want to be with a club that's in the Conference Finals, for cryin' out loud...

"Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor???" By the way...I have to apologize. I only just realized today that the Sabres started losing when I put up the overhead picture of Briere's shot on goal as an avatar. I'll change it ASAP...

Down the cattle chutes, into the plane, to your seat, overcrowded flight, no amenities, sitting on your ass for 2-3 hours. And that'll still be the highlight of the trip.

Yes...it was truly not in the same class as your impressive finance-hat size non sequiter.

No, not really. Why?

Get a Ford Aspire. Because nothing says to the world "I give up on the opposite sex" like a Ford Aspire. Hmmm...Ed, why didn't you buy an Aspire?

You liked the Scion? Where's your head, boy? Christ...I can't believe, of the two of us, I'm the one diagnosed as mentally ill. And now I have to give you credit for going with the motorized roller skate over the motorized shoe box. Good job choosing "gay" over "gay and stupid"...

I haven't seen it yet, but having read the previous reviews, then your post, it occurred to me that frequently the problem with movies is conflict between the producer and/or director, who have a certain vision of how to tell the story, and marketing, who has a certain vision on how to sell a movie. This thread makes me wonder if the first cut of X3 was too long...and the studio forced the producer to cut it to less than 2 hours to make it more marketable.

Ed's car salesman.

You know, it just occurred to me that I never seriously congratulated you on buying a new car. So congratulations on not buying something even gayer. Like a Yaris. Or...well, as gayness goes, that's about it, actually.

Ed, I have to go grill some steaks now, but before I do, I want to leave you with two little words: GAY. CAR.

Ed, I drive a John Deere lawn tractor. Because you should compare your Honda Fit to something in it's class, and not a car.