Friday, December 03, 2004
More Fafblog genius
If you have a tolerance for surreal silliness with a serious undertone, which you must if you're a friend of mine, I can't recommend Fafblog enough. Only on Fafblog would you find an exchange like this one between Giblets and Fafnir regarding the interstate commerce clause:
(...)GIBS: The government is stupid! Giblets's sandwich is not commerce, it is Giblets's sandwich and he is going to eat it!
FAF: But just cause you're gonna eat the sandwich doesn't mean it's not commerce. How does the government know you're not gonna do somethin commercy with your sandwich like feed it to livestock or let it have sex with a prostitute? Wouldn't you be drivin down the price of sandwiches in the black sandwich market?
GIBS: What if the sandwich is MARRIED to the prostitute? Or to the livestock?
FAF: But you coulda faked your sandwich's marriage license. Your sandwich could be livin in sin. Or worse, livin in economic activity.
GIBS: Giblets isn't gonna sit here an listen to you smear his sandwich's good name!
FAF: The government doesn't know for sure Giblets. The government just doesn't know you anymore. You never call the government Giblets. You never talk to it.
GIBS: Every time Giblets talks to the government it's just nag, nag, nag! Why don't you go back to school! When are you gettin married! Let me confiscate your pot!
FAF: As long as you live under the government's roof you gotta live by the government's rules Giblets. An the government's rules say you gotta give up your sandwich.
GIBS: But Giblets NEEDS his sandwich. He needs it to LIVE.
FAF: The government can't tell the difference between medical an recreational sandwich use Giblets. How's the government sposed to know you aren't gonna snort or freebase the sandwich?
GIBS: Giblets has proof! He has a prescription from his sandwich shop!
FAF: It is too late Giblets. We have to take your sandwich away.
GIBS: This is corrupt oppression! You just wanna eat Giblets's sandwich!
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Friday Catblogging: Cutey-pie edition
For those with high expectations, sorry I haven't been able to maintain more than weekend blogging. I have much to say, just no time to say it. I'm working on that.
Today's catblogging edition catches us up on a few more cute pictures of the sisters Myra and Pearl from when their waistlines were thinner.


