Things are tough. I’ve been wrestling with the depression that has set in over the Salman Rushdie news not to marry… again. Four bad marriages have apparently convinced him that marital bliss is just a myth. And to make matters worse, Ann Coulter‘s jaw is still no longer wired shut. I’m not depressed that she might have been suffering. I’m …
Bushes be dopin’ down at the White House, wiff what can only be called a laid-back casualness that defies the boundaries of political propriety. As Israel kicked a ground War in Gaza, the the bong tokin’ alcoholics got faded at the Southampton Dog Show as the terriers strutted dey stuff; Pickles loved the Bull Terrier, Babbs, the Rat, and George, …
Well. It’s what she does up there, now isn’t it. * * (Photo credit— unknown)
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. The entire cast is assembled here at the Centerville Recreational Facility to bid farewell to you, and to express thanks for your attendance at this theatre.
The folks at LIAR Mag had it easy the past eight years. Who the hell could top this guy.
The Canoga Park Frank Zappadan Celebratory Cotillion got down in their Zappa-gear on Zappadan by celebrating Mammilian Protrusions Wednesday…
