In comments published Tuesday, the 63-year-old Rolling Stones guitarist said he had snorted his father's ashes mixed with cocaine.

More, here.

Even more, here (they say it was a joke).

WikiSky

Kassie and Monsters

Get Some Dick

The War President

It's National Poetry muh-muh-mmmMonth.

So, here's an old moldy turd of mine:

i am the king of beef and you are the broccoli queen my flower-headed lady come before i burn jump in with me reach your peak of brilliant green dance and sizzle we will dazzle the room fill the air with our sounds and scents your head near emerald my love just past rare on a warm bed of rice with tea steeping nearby our juices thickening around garlic and ginger embalm us each honorably, and perfectly, fried

Sensational!

Spoke to both Edwards and Clinton today and asked whether they intended to shut down conservative Christian churches. Edwards said he would want to hear the pros and cons from smart lawyers before he made up his mind, and Clinton said that she would want to use this authority infrequently.

Really? No, not really.

I only wish it was a joke.

Bloody Sewer Geyser

Otters holding hands

Despite my intense dislike for team spirit, I got talked into a disc-golf tournament with the people in my department. I've only played a couple of times, but that was like 15 years ago, so I expect to suck. But, on the off-chance that I'm naturally OK at it, I'm going to have to suck anyway because my opponent for the first game is... my boss's boss, the co-founder of the company.