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Walmart Offers Healthy Entrees Initiative

In slow cooking on January 22, 2011 at 4:38 pm

Just last week Walmart announced its new Healthy Entrees Initiative.  Among its featured new products are:

–Tuna-net select porpoise fillets

–Organic spinach hand picked and packaged by children in Myanmar.

–USDA grade A recycled hamburger

–Soylent Green


Quote of the Week

In Quote of the Week on January 17, 2011 at 2:04 pm

Hedley Lamarr: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
Taggart: God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.

–Blazing Saddles

Proper names for fan groups

In Uncategorized on January 17, 2011 at 10:17 am

A group of Patriots fans is called a chowder
A group of Browns fans is called a dog house
A group of Bears fans is called a haymarket
A group of Packers fans is called a wheel
A group of Dolphins fans is called a marino
A group of Lions fans is called those two guys left in the stands in the fourth quarter
A group of Steelers fans is called a please put your shirts back on
A group of Cowboys fans is called a rodeo
A group of Giants fans is called Jets fans
A group of NFL owners is called a lockout
A group of Buccaneers fans is called a shipwreck
A group of Raven fans is called an unkindness
A group of Fox NFL commentators is called a mute button
A group of Vikings fans is called a wish they still had that third round draft pick
A group of Yankee fans is called an insufferable
A group of Jets fans is called a snooki
A group of Bills fans is called a Mark (after my brother-in-law)
A group of Raiders fans is called a cell block
A group of Madden NFL Football video game players is called a turducken
A group of Bulls fans is called a riot

Quote of the Week

In Quote of the Week, Uncategorized on January 6, 2011 at 11:35 am

To begin at the beginning:

It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and- rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.

–Dylan Thomas