This is why I don’t like Red Bull.
This, and Red Bull is yucky.
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It’s just sad when old men try to hold on to their relevance. Case in point, this part of an interview where John Cleese describes Sarah Palin as a parrot. You know, where somebody just reads lines they’re given, acting them out…sort of like…actors?
In addition to not noticing he was just describing himself, he bolsters his argument by telling us what Europeans would do. If she were President. If she were elected as the President of the United States by an opinion poll of Europeans.
His argument (‘this isn’t an argument’ puns aside) is like letting the foxes decide who guards the henhouse. Who cares what some actor from a hit show from 40 years ago thinks about some other country’s politics. Unless he’s a naturalized US citizen, in which case he’s a traitor to his homeland.
This particular video is burning up Digg, so you know it’s crap.
Another benefit: you only need summer clothes for like, what? Two weeks?
This could be the leader of the free world.
This is why I’ve been doing Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson catch–phrases after every Barak Obama sound–bite over the last year. He’s awesome on the mic, and terrible in the ring. And he likes pie.
If you smell…what Barak…is cookin‘…[cue theme music, cut to commercial]
This would mark the first (and only) time I ever watched this video. Ground–breaking at the time, it was still an A-ha song. Oh, the hair of my youth…
It’s amazing we still all have any money at all.
My idea for First National of Sanka is looking better every day.
Got this in email. Thought I’d share.
See also: Three Birds, No Perspective
This is why: superior touchdown celebrations.