Headline: “Enron Tax Report like ‘a conspiracy novel’.”
Let’s see…
“Wilfred prised open the desk drawer quietly, observing the 1998 Paper Reduction Act and the Consolidated Accounting Rules for Offshore Operations of Energy Companies as he added columns 38, 41, and 98 and attached appropriate documentation from Schedule 32. The gun was heavy in his pocket.”
I’ll just stuff that in an envelope and send it to the IRS. Soon, it’ll be a movie, too!
http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=ignatzistan
Meme courtesy of miss-geek
Singing my national anthem, here. I’m already loving the interactions among nations:
“Please read the world factbook description and withdraw your support for Solamnia if you have given it. I am seeking all of your support as UN delegate for the North Pacific Warmest Regards, Yahweh”
This is all torgo’s fault:
Note that they used to be a Hogan’s Heroes punk band.
Anyway it takes my mind off Rumsfeld.
wearescott just pointed out to me that the North Korean missile what’s gonna blow up California is called the TAEPO DONG. Life imitates jerkcity once again.
And just in time for the Dear Leader’s birthday on the 16th, too. Maybe if I order mousepads from the Korean Friendship Association’s store in time for the blessed day I’ll be spared.
(stealing from my own memepool entry here folks)
Je n’ai pas eu le jour d’un Valentine réel en environ dix ans. Personne, et je ne veux dire personne, ne me veut jusqu’ici. Au moins pas n’importe qui au-dessous de 2000 milles ou avec la préférence correcte de genre. J’éprouve une si longue période de célibat involontaire qui elle a cessé d’être pleine d’humour ou douloureuse et est juste l’ordre normal des choses, comme l’orbite de la terre. Je serais enchanté pour casser ce cycle mais malheureusement il exige la coopération d’autres, qui ont traditionnellement été lointainement bien disposées ou horrifiées quand je leur demande dehors. À la votre!
Courtesy of stimps we have HOME IMPROVEMENT FOR THE APOCALYPSE.
I don’t think so, Tim.
You can’t hold a good car down: the best one ever is coming back to rock our socks off.
It’s only a matter of time before Renault brings back the LeCar at this rate.
Our society officially shuns hate. We react to “hate” crimes with public vigor. Our pop culture leaders enjoin us “don’t hate!” and ask us not to be “haters”. Even people whom we are trying to incinerate and pulverize are told that we don’t despise them, and that we’re sorry their leaders put them in the way of our armies.
But you’ve got to have someone to hate! Official culture is no longer allowed to hate the old standard minority groups, so despising black people or Mexican people or even the Irish or the Italians is right out. So, for those of you confused about what to do with all your blind rage, I present:
we don’t want to fight
but by jingo if we do..
A set of observations slightly colored by a couple of glasses of good single malt and a long week.
They’re coming to take us away.
I especially like the bit about deporting U.S. citizens who “help terrorist organizations”.
Where’s Patrick Henry when you need him?
