Dang!

February 2nd was the 61st anniversary of the Yalta Conference, and I forgot to commemorate it in a suitable fashion. Better late than never.

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"So you're tired of hot dogs, and are more in the mood for a little red snapper, eh? Precocious little bugger, aren't you?"

"Hey, Grampa, which Thermos had the coffee, and which one had your stool sample again? Really?? Well, 'taint bad!"

"Hey, Junior, drop that baseball bat, and run tell Mrs Bobbitt that we found her husbands, uh, wiener!"

"Ha Ha, twiddle the knobs, 'Come In Rangoon', I get it. I'm still not going to your treehouse to see your etchings, Ball-Park breath!"

"Needs more cowbell."

"He's so cute", thought Mrs. Moore,"But that's the fifteenth hot dog Michael's had today. I hope he's not developing some kind of eating disorder. And why doesn't he listen to something other than Public Radio?"

Return of the son of Caption It Yourself!

"Hey, Cheney, this guy says this herbal poultice would feel good on just about any puncture or abrasion. Wanna take it on your next hunting trip?"

"Yup, this is all we could recover after Crazy Jose ran the ditch mower over poor ol' Cindy Sheehan down in Crawford; I'm still all broken up over it."

"Alfalfa, huh? So where's Buckwheat???"

"Honest, it's an antique chamber pot, and it was in the Lincoln Bedroom. Seems like one of ol' Bill Clinton's flakey contributors forgot we have plumbing in this place, and it's been under the bed for years. We think it was Barbra Streisand."