In an exceedingly rare moment of lucidity, the SPEAKER in the House, Nancy “Pearl” Pelosi, got it right when asked to respond to a question about the possibility of Senator Barack ________ Obama and Senator Hillary Clinton running on the same ticket.

SPEAKER in the House Pelosi responded, “I think that the Clinton Administration has fairly ruled that out by proclaiming that Senator McCain would be a better commander in chief than Obama.”

Watch the clip, which you will doubtless see again in the fall, if Barack ________ Obama is the democrat nominee.

Thanks to Gerald, a teacher of English and other stuff in Thailand, for sending me the link in a comment to the previous post.

The ever-vigilant PRS Operatives have obtained copies of an e-mail thread between the Emperors Club VIP (identified below as “EC”) and Client 9. For ease of reading, the e-mails are listed from oldest to most recent. Here it is:

From: EC
To: Client 9
Subject: DC Meeting

Receipt of your payment is confirmed. Our employee will meet with you at the usual place.

From: Client 9
To: EC
Subject: DC Meeting

Great. What is your employee’s name?

From: EC
To: Client 9
Subject: DC Meeting

Her name is Kristen, and she loves to par-TAY.

From: Client 9
To: EC
Subject: DC Meeting

Excellent! What does she look like?

From: EC
To: Client 9
Subject: DC Meeting

She is a petite brunette. Here is a recent photo.

From: Client 9
To: EC
Subject: DC Meeting

AWESOME!!!!!!!

PUT YOUR DRINK DOWN.

You have been warned.

Thanks to my pal Bill from Missouri, a WWII Navy Vet.

It warms the cockles of my heart every time I see a democrat finally come around to holding the same opinion of Hillary that we have held since … well … forever.

Driving behind a truck when it loses control and spills its cargo is never a great place to be, but I shudder to think of being behind this truck when its contents went flying all over the road.

Actually, a several years back, I found myself at night on the New Jersey Turnpike (far enough south where the peeps even talk funny) having to slowly slip and slide through a spilled load of stuff like this. From a distance, I thought it was a spilled load of wet paper. As I got closer, my nose told me otherwise. The car damned near got sideways driving slowly through the glop, and it took several steam cleanings of the undercarriage to get to where the car didn’t stink.

Here is an entire page dedicated to truck spills. Click away. You know you want to.

Via Mister Snitch

I have been feeling antsy as a result of about eight or nine days without a ground pound. So, this morning, I looked out the window and satisfied myself that there would be a sufficiently long rainless window (rained like a bitch last night) for me to hit the street. I suited up with sweat pants, a long-sleeved tee-shirt and a nylon, “water resistant” windbreaker. I topped off my outfit with a baseball cap. Out I went.

About a quarter mile from home, came the drizzle. I forged ahead. About another quarter mile from home, the skies opened and positively gushed drenching, COLD rain. I turned in the direction of home, and by the time I got there, I looked and felt like a drowned rat.

Mrs. Parkway: You’re back already?

Me: Are you shitting me? It’s pouring, I’m soaked, and I’m cold as hell.

Mrs. Parkway: Pansy.

After I emerged from the hot shower and got dressed, I walked a couple times into different rooms, each time forgetting why I went there in the first place.

Mrs. Parkway: Doof.

Promises to be a long day.

I received an e-mail from Barnes & Noble saying that they have “Thousands of CDs as low as $6.99.” There is asterisk after “$6.99,” but I don’t care, because it probably means that Snoop Dog CDs are not included among those CDs on sale.

That’s where I’ll be, instead of sitting here staring at a blank screen.

I like to think that you may have noticed that I have not been long on content over the past handful of days. No need to be polite. Surely you must have noticed that I have been experiencing a bit of a dry spell. Anyone who has plunged into the blogosphere, replete with its self-imposed deadlines, understands the abdominal gnawing one feels when the well is dry and it seems as if it will always be so.

In my case, I blame the lack of the morning ground pound, which is when any even arguably original ideas I have usually are born. Unfortunately for me and my muse (and youse), I had a bit of a non-serious, but annoying problem that finally sent me off to see Doctor Doctor. Now, armed with a container of meds and a lecture from Doctor Doctor (“And when had you planned on coming in to see me about this?”), I should be back on the streets and back to blogthinking in a few days.

In the meantime, rest assured that I have been watching the impending meltdown of the Democrat Party. There is nothing quite as sweet as watching Democrats do to each other the kinds of things they always claim, with “righteous” indignation, that Republicans do to them.

I do hope to see youse guys at the Jersey Blogmeet. I do believe that this will be the first time that Denny, the Grouchy Old Cripple, and I the Elderly Brothers have brought the Soft Food Tour to a venue north of the Mason-Dixon line.

“Pinch”

Check out that mug. If there was ever a snotty, little prick who begged for a pie in the moosh, it’s this guy.

I wonder how many times this suspender-wearing punk got the shit kicked out of him in school.

That is all.

This may have already gone viral by now, but in case you haven’t seen and heard it, it is a clip of the Cactus Cuties singing the National Anthem at a Texas Tech-vs-University of Texas basketball game. Apparently, these talented girls are all between eight and thirteen years old.

Get on your feet.