I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING.
This guy is hilarious September 26, 2007
Who decides what can and can’t go on a flag anyway? Is there a worldwide flag council overseeing this stuff? Presumably drawings are permitted – the Welsh flag’s got the right idea with that lovely dragon – but what about photographs? If, say, the Dutch decided to replace their boring tricolour with some hardcore pornography, would they still be allowed to hang it outside the UN? Or what about sarcastic flags?If I was prime minister of Iraq – which I’m not – I’d commission a parody of the Stars and Stripes and insist on using that. Replace the stripes with missile trails and the stars with skulls. And a little cartoon of George Bush pooing into a bucket or something. It wouldn’t cost much and it would make literally everyone in the world laugh out loud. And perhaps all that laughter would bring us all together as one, and we’d spend the rest of the century hugging each other and tumbling around in a great big bed. Or perhaps not.
*Hums the lord of the rings Shire theme.*
Best paragraph of the freaking day September 24, 2007
Oops, no Global States and Economy notes for 9/24 I guess… ヽ(゜ー゜;)ノ
Read this at the Guardian – one of their humor columns. It was at the bottom; you know, the “about the writer” section.
This week Charlie saw The Bourne Ultimatum: “I got quite excited when the CIA hacked into a journalist’s Guardian email account, because I’ve got one of those so it felt a bit as if I was being personally violated, right there in the cinema, by the Americans. It’s also the loudest film I’ve ever seen.”
LOL, RAIN. September 22, 2007
I woke up from afternoon nap (I think I sleep like 70% of the day on Saturdays normally) and heard thunder. Being as it has never rained while I’ve been here, I was like “whoa it’s raining!” Go outside and see this:
It’s freaking sunny. Look there’s a guy at the pool!
(I mean it’s cloudy, but still.)
This is what I get for reading trash news. September 19, 2007
I decided to read some random MSNBC article on O.J. Simpson’s latest run in with the law. I was uninterested until I read this part:
Jailers have called Simpson cooperative. He had several visits from lawyers and a short visit from a jail chaplain, who gave him reading glasses, a Bible, and a devotional book, “The Purpose Driven Life,” police said.
“Hahahaha, what the hell!? I have that book!” – me.
It’s just weird to see it randomly show up like that. I should totally get Orange Juice Simpson to sign my book now. (No, not really. No. No.)
