Neanderpundit

I sat the aforementioned nutsack zit on the nightstand the other night, and this afternoon when I came home from work, there was a five dollar bill there.

Is there a nutsack zit faerie?

if there is I bet it looks like Grau in a tutu with a three day beard and a magic wand made out of a bratwurst jammed onto an antenna broken off of a 72 pinto. And he collects the nutsack zits in a beaver sporran to feed Democrat politcians in hell.

Glad I could be of assistance.

Apparently the shooter at Alabama was embroiled in the dark and dangerous world of… Dungeons and Dragons.

Since this is an ivory tower academic, it couldn’t possibly be because she was just a sociopathic nutcase academic who thought of herself as a member of the intellectual elite. Or maybe the gun just did it by itself. No, had to be the D&D.

I look for Tam to start shooting up the folks at Whole Foods because she can’t get any of her favorite Hummus. She does, after all, have a close affiliation with polygonal dice.

No, wait, Tam won’t do that, because she’s not a FLAKY ACADEMIC.

You see, shooting up a conference room, or a 7-11, or a K-Mart, or god forbid a daycare center, doesn’t have anything to do with the availability of GUNS. It doesn’t have anything to do with a propensity for PLAYING ROLE PLAYING GAMES or listening to Alice Cooper or smoking dope or drinking too many mai-tais. It has to do with you being an OUT OF CONTROL WHACKJOB.

And Academia is lousy with them.

Speaking of academics, here’s one I actually LIKE!!!

and I have never heard a squealer.
My brake pads always announce their imminent failure by the crunchy grinding noise of the metal-to metal contact of the pad OPPOSITE the one with the squealer.

When I was in canada for the brotherinlaw’s funeral I learned they used mausoleii to hold the bodies in “cold storage” until they could inter them; at one time, they would dig graves for the winter and cover the holes based on how many people they thought might die in the winter.

I do brakes under the same plan. I try to gauge my brake jobs based on the liklihood of my having to do a brake job in the dead cold, and most of the time, I get lucky. Today, not so much- but at least I managed to get them done very quickly.

Once I’d like to hear the squealers, though. Just so I know they work.