I'm working on the lyrics now - something to the tune of "Solveig's Song"...

...I think "Augelleti,si cantate" froom Scarlatti's "Il giardinod'amore" probably does it all without changing a thing

(But by all means go for the Fassbinder!)

...and good Oregon Pinot for everybody!!!

...what shall I cook???

So long sad times

Go long bad times

We are rid of you at last

Howdy gay times

Cloudy gray times

You are now a thing of the past

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So let's sing a song of cheer again

Happy days are here again

Altogether shout it now

There's no one

Who can doubt it now

So let's tell the world about it now

Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone

There'll be no more from now on

From now on ...

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So, Let's sing a song of cheer again

Happy times

Happy nights

Happy days

Are here again!

I shall sleep quite nicely tonight...

Great job you've done here! Keep up the good work where you go. I wish you much cool holographic technology in the future and a warp engine!

They're out there trying to get in. I've locked myself and the dog and cat in the bathroom, with some bottled watter and Mentos. I don't know how long we can last...we are trying to construct a ham radio with aluminum foil and dental floss to reach the transition team...

...is never going to work.

Next, we will attempt to use the saxophone to communicat to the team using water vibrations via the toilet. This may be impeded due to the country-music station the toilet already channels....

...they've made it into the house now, and they're shoving voter registration forms and acorns under the bathroom door. Now we're gonna' have squirrels in here...and we've got some pretty big squirrels in Oreogn. They scare the dog...

...since I filled out the form. But it looks like they're out back trying to register the goat. And he's not really big on that kind of things. (Note to self: Dogs DO NOT process mentos well...)

I would only turn it down if they changed the job description so I couldn't run the senatorium.

...that a honey moon is expected by Obama or those of us who voted for him. I think the real work needs to start right this minute and continue at an even more fervent pitch than his campaign was executed at. There is so much financial hurt going on at the bottom of the economic heap, coupled with two disastrous wars (three if you consider Karl Rove's "War on Intelligence") that iniative - where possible, I know I'm asking a lot - requires a kind of immediacy previous efforts have only given lip-service too. Too many people are falling through ever-widening cracks for us to stop a moment and decide to turn the tractor center-right or center-left. We need to realize we're nearing the end of the row and turn hard left.

(But I think all the kids in the campaign need a trip to Disneyland PRONTO).

Actually, some of us more than happy to declare that we are WAAAAAY to the left of whatever the center might happen to be. I'm so far to the left that that I can see Irving Kristol's ass.

(apologies for the disturbing mental image)

...who rampage

and steal

the villagers' beer

make bad

arguments before

sleeping it off.

I'm in total agreement with you. I don't think Obama's mandate (yes I call it that) should descend to the derivative.

I'm not going to run out and cover my well just because his father was Irgun, but I don't want to see Obama1 become Clinton3.

Have a cookie - they're just out of the oven.

(Disclaimer: These cookies contain egg, milk, peanut and wheat ingredients.)

...(and common sense) to consider here is that no one I ever gave a blowjob to seemed to equate the act with torture, genocide, or consitutional crime.

Boorishness does not equal willful connivance to contravene law with the express of global destabilization.

"express [intent] of"

--Thanks, Tone. I've always been happy to please people. :)

...a fitting reward for Joe "Benedict Arnold" Lieberman's extortion and backstabbing might best be a one-way ticket to Gaza? Yeah, I like that. Just putting the idea out there.

...having a whole lot to do with blowjobs between consenting adults.

Unless, of course, they're playing "Burglar and Victim" or "Officer and Jay-Walker" (mmm...uniforms) or "Cable Guy and Suburbanite Bored with Fox News" or "President of the Free World and Intern in a Blue Cocktail Dress." Then, of course, staying 'in character' works to heighten the experience of the blowjob for everyone involved. Snappy, 'in character' dialogue would of course be de riguer:

"Just get on your knees and maybe I'll let you keep your TV..."

"Well if you really can't afford a ticket..."

"Do you need a job? I've got an opening..."

"And guess what this button does, young lady..."

Of course, perhaps if the game is "Localized Armageddon" or "Operation Desert Storm" that experience is somehow enhanced by pretending to be a "Collateral Damage Victim" when you wake up to find you've been bombed back to the stone age and your entire family is dead (illegally).

Ain't fantasy fun?

Then there's also always:

"Dominatrix Alaskan Hunter and Moose/Wolf/________ fill in appropriate mammal/Todd"

"Pill-Poppin' Alien Pod-Creature and Septuagenarian Has-Been"

"Fox News Anchor and Unsuspecting Intellectual"

Imagine the titillating dialogue there!

"I like this one best. Megyn Kelly really pisses me off but, still, she's kinda...you know."

Great. That leaves me with Dave Asman. Get it? Now I have to bend over...

(I solemnly swear, however; as Ba'al is my witness, to keep my lips off of Bill and Ollie...)

Sometimes it is necessary to spit hairs...

..."absorbed the blow..."

Reverse hydraulics?

I think we conjugate that "boggleizedness"