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Sunday, March 26, 2006

Sunday Night Musings...

For those negative souls not inclined to worry about the new ABE policies, we have something else to chew on-

Global Warming? We don' need no steenkin global warming to destroy us (though the recent news that the oceans will rise 20 feet within the century, destroying London, New York, Florida, et al, is fairly disturbing -well, maybe not the Florida part).

Instead, for you Global Annihilation fans, we have asteroids!

Yes indeedy, don't make any plans for New Year's eve, 2103.

Do you suppose my ABE "surface mail" package from Australia will have arrived by then?

The newsroom is winding down from the St Patrick's Day festivities, and has just one more joke in the old Mail Bag. Skip it if you've seen it before-

Actual "Personal ads" in the Dublin News:

Heavy drinker, 35, Cork area. Seeks gorgeous sex addict interested in a man who loves his pints, cigarettes, Glasgow Celtic Football Club and has been known to starting fights on Patrick Street at three o'clock in the morning.

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Bitter, disillusioned Dublin man, lately rejected by longtime fiancée seeks decent, honest, reliable woman, if such a thing still exists in this cruel world of hatchet-faced bitches.

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Ginger haired Galway man, a troublemaker, gets slit-eyed and shirty after a few scoops, seeks attractive, wealthy lady for bail purposes, maybe more.

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Bad tempered, foul-mouthed old bastard, living in a damp cottage in the arse end of Roscommon, seeks attractive 21 year old blonde lady, with a lovely chest. (I didn't know booksellers advertised in the Dublin News)

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Limerick man, 27, medium build, brown hair, blue eyes, seeks alibi for the night of February 27 between 8 PM and 11:30 PM.

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That's a wrap for tonight. It's only 43 minutes until Marcia Cross appears on 'Desperate Housewives', so we have to go crank up the tv. I know CKW is doing the same. Hopefully Phoebe is ensconced in a hot tub somewhere, and Mike did not run into too many trees with the riding mower now that he's discovered you can put gin in a sippy cup. I'll have to try that with a certain nephew who has lungs the size of Pavarotti...

1 comment:

Mike said...

I hope my wife doesn't see any of those ads. She is going to think I have been trying to cheat on her.

I didn't run into any trees yet because my mower won't start. It needs a new battery. It's okay though, it needs a new one every year because I forget to take it out in the winter and it freezes.

You'd think that after all these years I would remember that batteries freeze over the winter. But I haven't.