Hello from April the 20th....

Hello from April the 20th....

Howdy.

Let me be the first to welcome you to April the 20th, 2008.

Not much going on, two minutes in.

Just chillin'.

Had a couple beers late this evening. Am currently watching Big Lebowski, just to make sure they haven't changed anything since the last time. Currently, I'm at the part where the Dude has just gotten picked up after getting doped by Jackie Treehorn, and the police chief is about to throw his coffee mug at him.

There. It just happened.

Live blogging the Dude.

Anyway, just a warning involving the 20th of April:

It apparently involves a lot of urination.

If it's anything like the 19th.

Anyway. Y'all have a good night. And if anybody asks you about the dead iguana on the railing of the federal buildings, tell'em Willie did it, and you tried to talk him out of it.

If you think about it, that's basically the truth.

I leave you with one last thought: That little widget of pork that everybody throws away out of the can of pork and beans would feed an entire African nation for weeks. And they'd be happy to have it.

Which tells me the fine folks from General Mills aren't doing enough to help those people's plights.

Damn. Wouldn't it be nice to know that those three, wise and benevolent chefs on the front of the Cinnamon Toast Crunch Box saved an entire continent from world hunger?

Maybe then I'd stop yelling at them about using up all the damn toilet paper.

The cheap stuff is for cereal cartoon characters. The Cottonelle is for the guy what pays the rent.

It's not just Trix that the rabbit can't have.

I'll black a cartoon's eye quicker than Crisco'd Owlshit if he steals my buttwipe again.