Wednesday Open Thread: Deal Or No Deal?
Visualize a cardboard sign, "Will cry for millions." His attempt at a tear-jerker was pretty pathetic. Call a "wambulance." Pardon me for saying so, but if the worst thing that ever happened to you is that you ate some dog food and people made fun of you, give thanks to the God of your choice, for your life has been easier than the life just about everyone whose name doesn't begin with "Queen," "King" or "Prince." Cry me a freakin' river, dog food guy!
The City Council did approve a settlement with a guy who, after trying to evade the police, received a shiatsu massage -- with flashlights. That deep-tissue experience grossed him $450,000 -- probably $300K after legal fees.
So maybe the City Council should make dog-food guy a counter-offer: you accept $450,000, and three talk-radio hosts get to pummel you with flashlights for three minutes.
In other news, Snoop Dogg was impounded again last night, right after leaving the Leno show; drugs, firearms, and a hidden compartment in his car.
Blog away, but eloquently this time. And let's see some limericks in there. America is lagging behind other countries in the production of limericks.
By the way, you twenty-somethings didn't really think "Deal or No Deal" was a new idea, did you? There's nothing new under the sun, or the moon, either.
CARTOON DU JOUR: Take THAT, Axis of Evil!