Neanderpundit

They’re what’s for dinner.

A lot of hay is being made about the Romneys putting a dog carrier on top of a car.
Dogs love being in the wind, no dog I know won’t at least try to stick his head out the window. With a dog’s sense of smell, this is like snorting a fifth of Chivas through a guitar neck while the Dallas Cowgirls give you a blowjob, all at the same time. Contrast this to being eaten, which no dog likes- at east not eaten in the way wingnuthead did the eating.

but pointed out to me by my dear old friend and confindant mlle Jenny

yeah, that’s me. Except for the green. And the muscles. And the rugged good looks.

Everyone is doing home/business improvements, and I was at my local bank when Louis, who owns the French restaurant in town came in trying to get a loan to expand his dining room.

The loan officer, Patricia Black, helped him fill out the appropriate paperwork, but it seemed his equity in the buiding was very low, so he had proferred as his collateral, a collection of prewar Dresden figurines, which he valued far above the cost of the improvements. He showed her an album and brought out a sample he had brought with- very beautiful, as anyone who has seen Dresden lace figurines knows.

Unfamiliar with the value of these items, she takes the albums and the figurine into the bank VP, and he flips through the book and examines the figurine. he looks up and says Continue Reading »