Get your stoke from the joke, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers


In Sunday’s win over the Arizona Cardinals, Minnesota Vikings QB, Brett Favre threw for a career high 445 yards. Not only does Favre still got it, he’ll take a picture of it and send it to you.

People are still adjusting to the daylight savings time change. For example, at the Dallas practice field, the Cowboys had to get used to sucking one hour later.

Former Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, is going to run for democratic Minority Leader. Because if you’re anything like me, when you think Minority, you think of a rich 70-year-old white woman from San Francisco.

Former President George W. Bush’s memoir, “Decision Points” is out. The chapter on Iraq is interesting, you jump right in, but then you get frustrated, bogged down and you can’t finish it.

There was an awkward moment in India when President Obama called to meet with India’s top computer expert; Obama was put on hold for forty minutes, then told they couldn’t help him because he had a software problem and then they hung up on him.

A police officer in London is in trouble for working song lyrics into his reports. For example, he got in huge trouble when the Queen returned from a trip and he wrote; “The Bitch is Back.”

Queen Elizabeth is on Facebook. Finally it’s OK for British royalty to poke their relatives.

Charlie Sheen told “Extra” He just had a bad night. In a fancy New York suite with a porn star is a bad night? What’s a good night for Charlie? Locked in a Viagra factory with the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders?

In England, women prison guards are in trouble for getting their male prisoners drunk and having sex with them. These women are so ugly, not only do they have to get prisoners drunk to have sex, but some of the prisoners passed in favor of their cellmates. “Nah, I’ll stick with Bubba.”

Since you asked:

What a fun night. Got the DVD “Stand Up Paddle Surfing Hawaiian Style, Volume 2, Advanced”

Oh buddy, for me this was a rock documentary and a submarine war movie rolled into one. Next time I go out I am going to tear it up, and I don’t mean just my forehead. Gonna do cross overs, walk the nose a bit, do some rip backs, thrash turns, hum the curl, lean on the paddle, feather the blade, ride the soup, drop from the lip and say a lot of other terms I truly do not understand.

Or I may just fall, jam my shoulder, get hit in the head with the board, the paddle and have the fin rip a gash in my big stupid head.

One.

Hey little thing let me light your candle ‘cause, momma, I’m sure hard to handle now, yes I am.