minorthird

so…Ant Invasion 2007 has commenced in our kitchen, and I’ll go on the record as saying I support a reduction in troops immediately!

Fucking ants!

I thought we were going to luck out this year, because the invasion usually occurs in the spring, but nooooooo, we’ve got to be in some bizarre El Niño con mi primo y mi tia Maria weather pattern where we went 5 weeks without precipitation followed by 4 inches of rain in 4 days!

Fucking jet stream!

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China has decided to stop using lead paint on toys exported to the U.S.

How nice of them!

But, wait! What about the toys exported to other countries, or, ummm, toys that are made for domestic sales in China?

You’d think that a billion people, even if they don’t have the economic power that we have at only 30% of the size, would get outraged and demand some protections.

Fucking China…and the American toy companies that turned a blind eye until they got caught!

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I know it might be too much to ask, but if I’m listening to sports radio, I would LOVE to hear about some SPORTS!

Sure, I understand that Michael Vick is a douchebag, and there a need to discuss dogfighting. And, sure, Tom Brady might have political goals in his future, so maybe there should be a mention of that, but…

…this morning I had to listen to Jason Smith talk about his favorite doctor in L.A. how he almost cried when that doctor left for a private clinic 2 hours way, and how all doctors are now compared to his benchmark.

I’m sorry, but if you’re on sports radio, keep your Dr. McDreamy stories to yourself!

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Another song transition on my mp3 player that is bound to bring DSS to our door:
The Backyardigans’ “Yeti Stomp”
followed by
Ween’s “Waving My Dick in the Wind”

I’m not saying that Sammy has heard that Ween song, but it honestly sounds like a song from a kid show…and he would dance the crap out of that song!

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