Get fucking real. With only about ten of seventeen million dollars raised for the library project, the library foundation is resorting to this means of transporting books across town. I really question why a thousand odd townies would show up to do this. I don’t know.

Put yourself in the shoes of the dating clip editor charged with the task of slapping this beauty together… Yep, he sure pulls out the fact that his anime hero has an extremely cute alien girlfriend. Form a line ladies.

Senatorial Candidate Challenges Opponent To Drop Out Of Race September 26, 2006 | Issue 42•39 HELENA, MT—As Montana’s Senate race heats up in its final weeks, Democrat Jon Tester has challenged his opponent, incumbent Republican Conrad Burns, to prove his commitment to his principles and to the people of Montana by dropping out of the race. “You have said time and again, Mr. Burns, that small governments best serve society,” said Tester during a speech before a prominent cattle-ranching group Monday. “If you believe what you say, then I challenge you: Prove your convictions by dropping out of this race, or be known as another politician who refuses to live by his word.” Burns responded to the challenge by issuing a counter-challenge calling upon his rival to limit all campaign spending from now until election night to zero. I project that it is all done but the crying for Ol’ Burnsie.

Is this Grant?

For some reason unbeknown yet to Grif and me, we were not able to view bouncerblog.com’s stats last week. Kyle came through (as usual) and we are good to go with the primary application that we both seem to check most often. In the lapse from the seventeenth to the twenty fifth, we seem to have had four search term hits for the phrase “overall hot pants”…I will let you grab that visual and run with it.

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Big shout out to college humor for this one…make sure you have some volume I know this joke is played out, but this jackass is definitely bouncerblog.com material

I spotted this dandy of a vehicle in the Home Depot parking lot this afternoon. I think we need to track the owner down for a photo-op. Picture Grif in this little pistol shooter. Ahh. With oil below $65 bucks a barrel, we are bound to see some cheaper fuel in the not to distant future. I hope gas prices drop just to spite this asshole…imagine crawling into this diminutive piece of shit every morning. Or better yet borrowing the parents effeminate lime green three wheeled car for the big date. Or trying to skirt Bozeman Pass in January…two wheel action…goin’ huntin'?

Well, I am in Denver. Now where are all of the gotdamn omelets? The Zigmeister, Rev, and I made it to lovely Colorado (in the SS due to a Dodge Dakota that showed up to Bozeman three quarts low of oil approximately a day and a half after it was slated to appear…good looking out Zig) with only one speeding ticket. This ninety dollar fine will make my total for the last two months an even four hundred dollars if you happen to be keeping tabs. I did however manage to get pulled over with a shirt on for the second time in a row, which is nice. Tomorrow ought to be a great day regardless. Rod, god bless him, managed to line us up with a trip into the belly of the Coors brewery in Golden. Apparently there will be ladders involved; Zig is none to excited. The evening will be spent at Coors field watching the Rocks/Nats game, likely with Coors in hand. Chicken dance and the Macarena sometime after that…

Some will remember Steve “The Croc Hunter” Irwin for his daring exploits with dangerous animals. I will remember Steve Irwin as the only dude who can give Michael Jackson a run for his money in reckless stunts involving their infant children. Homeboy was stung in the heart by a stingray this morning. I like to think Steve stung us all in the hearts with his zaniness. Cranky.