mr. zilla goes to town

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

all joking aside

An Albanian, an Australian, a Russian and a Frenchman walk into a bar. Ok, it was actually our kitchen, but there's more than enough liquor and wine on top of the fridge most days of the week that 'last drinks' isn't something you can call while you can still walk. (And as you have probably read, I'm already having trouble with that at the moment).

Resulting secondary interpretations of the Edwards-Cheney dinner table squabble:

1. Edwards and the whole Johnson & Johnson campaign are mountaining the molehill of offshore outsourcing as a driver of US unemployment. If you're going to carp on about your opponents egregious distortions you really could try to take a less token approach to high ground instead of pandering so.

2. Why not stop this nonsense have a political system where you have two Presidents, one from each major party and both with executive veto, instead of one winner take all situation? For f..ks you vodka drinking moron, you don't even have half a democracy over there and so you think twice the number of presidents will help? Look, just have some more Bundy rum and see how quickly western values can pass the blood/brain barrier. Hang on, this could explain the whole 'clash of civilizations/ failure of reform in the middle east' situation. Let's look into this.

3. Further conclusions have been expunged from the Hansard by ferociously awful Californian red.


  • nice hansard...would almost have tilked to have kept reaidng.... but he mention of American wines makesmy stomach curdle too. Drain cleaner I say, drain cleaner.

    By Blogger Chris, at 12:05 am  

  • awful Californian red : Is there any other kind?

    See also this footnote to the Vice-Presidential debate...

    By Blogger Nathan, at 11:42 am  

  • if you think Californian wine is all bad, you obviously haven't had to drink wine from Virginia...

    By Blogger mister z, at 12:56 pm  

  • If you think Virginia wines are terrible, you ought to check out some of the fine beverages of the Bum Wine Page. During my days of being hazed in a college fraternity, I was once forced to drink a bottle of Night Train between halves of a football match. My gastrointestinal system has not recovered to this day.

    By Blogger Malicious Monk, at 8:32 pm  

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