Keeping it light.
I've had a lot of deep thoughts lately. Someday, I might get around to getting them written down, but in the mean time, a bit of light humor from Cognitive Dissenter:
“Mommy, what will I be when I grow up?”
“Oh my dear, you can be anything you want, even the President of the United States. If you're a Republican, that is.”
“What's 'the President of the United States'?”
The rest of One If By Land, Two If By Sea. Blah blah blah.
Ouch.
Discovered a great blog called The Oatmeal, thanks the magic of Facebook feeds. Lots of funny stuff over there.
Satan Disavows Gay Marriage
I know there is are a lot of people who might think I'm in favor of this," he said, "but you couldn't be more wrong. My perfect world involves the fevered debasement of flesh and the absolute corruption of the spirit, not two happy people living out in the suburbs building a life together. Frankly, just the thought of these "families" hosting barbecues and going to baseball games makes me sick." 1
You’re either gay or . . .
If you're a man and you sleep in a bed with a dust ruffle and seven pilliows, you're either gay . . .
If you're a man and you've ever been antique shopping during a big football game, you're either gay . . .
If you're a man and you cannot remember the last time you had sex with a woman, you're either gay . . .
German Waterbed Gag
If you haven't seen this yet, it's a definate must. Try not to fall out of your chair.
Royalty
The passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served them food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers, "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed a well-dressed rather exotic looking who woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines. I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess. I take orders from no one."
Without missing a beat, the flight attendant replied, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country, I'm called a Queen, so I out rank you. "Tray-up, Bitch."