However, a few things have made me smile this afternoon:
Looky here, boys and girls, it's Droopy Dog and McFossil, yucking it up! Let's turn on our MagicMicrophone™ and listen in on their conversation...
Droopy: "Hyuh, hyuh, hyuh! Ah'm just so tickled at the way that thar lib'ral media is a-treatin' yew! Why, yew could say just 'bout ennythin' and they'd get busier'n a cat coverin' up shee-it to make yew look good!"
McFossil: Uh, er, well, I don't--I uh, uh, I thought, uh...
Droopy: Why, yer so stupid yer mammy probly had to sew yer name into your clothes--on the front! Hyuh-hyuh-hyuh, Ah'm jest joshin' ya there, John!
McFossil: Ha ha, my friends.... Hey, what did you say?
Wow, that's some boring shit, kids. Let's move on. If you want to learn more about what is going on inside McFossil's head, you've got to read his diary! Zipdrive must have her own MagicMicrophone inside that pea-brain of his, stealin his thots!
Oh look, now he's got his cun- I mean his wife with him!
I realize the guy can't raise his arms higher than this, thanks to his POW days. But whenever I see him do this, I think of this:
only a lot less cool.