Drunken Pumpkin

Dick Cheney and George W. Bush are having breakfast at the White House.
The attractive waitress asks Cheney what he would like, and he replies,
“I’d like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit.”
”And what can I get for you, Mr. President?”
George W. looks up from his menu and replies with his trademark wink and slight grin, “How about a quickie this morning?”
”Why, Mr. President!” the waitress exclaims, “how rude! You’re starting
to act like President Clinton”, and the waitress storms away.
Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers……….. “It’s pronounced ‘quiche.’”

Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.

I hate to leave you with such a shoddy send off, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to post here very much over the next two weeks. You see, I’m going to where I can’t steal appropriate bandwidth to run the site. That’s right. I’m off to a wedding. In Europe. To be honest, I think my best bet at getting internet access is to get some German fellow drunk and then use his computer when he isn’t looking.

I looked at internet usage over there for us lowly travellers, and the rates were downright terrifying. $3 an hour!! I hope that home service doesn’t cost that much. I know that some of you folks that read our page come from across the big pond, and I hope you aren’t dropping three bucks to look at our silly antics. And if you are, I’m glad we dropped the ads, you people pay too much already.

However, I will try to post some musings from the wrong side of the planet when the opportunity presents itself. Until then, I leave you in the very capable hands of Jeff.

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