This was probably the best bit from SNL last night
This was probably the best bit from SNL last night
David Sedaris, for his take on the Undecided Voter. Best bit:
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I knew it was only a matter of time before someone did this, and, as always, the Web has not disappointed. Really, the hedline says it all, though you should read the whole thing. From Kevin Allman:
URGENT REQUEST FROM REPUBLIC OF AMERICA FOR BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP (CONFIDENTIAL!)
Personally, I’m going to go with the Nigerians–seems safer
George Saunders, “My Gal.”
Favorite part:
So, when Barack Obama says he will put some lipstick on my pig, I am, like, Are you calling me a pig? If so, thanks! Pigs are the most non-Élite of all barnyard animals. And also, if you put lipstick on my pig, do you know what the difference will be between that pig and a pit bull? I’ll tell you: a pit bull can easily kill a pig. And, as the pig dies, guess what the Hockey Mom is doing? Going to her car, putting on more lipstick, so that, upon returning, finding that pig dead, she once again looks identical to that pit bull, which, staying on mission, the two of them step over the dead pig, looking exactly like twins, except the pit bull is scratching his lower ass with one frantic leg, whereas the Hockey Mom is carrying an extra hockey stick in case Todd breaks his again. But both are going, like, Ha ha, where’s that dumb pig now? Dead, that’s who, and also: not a smidge of lipstick.
A lose-lose for the pig.
There’s a lesson in that, I think.
Who does that pig represent, and that collar, and that Hockey Mom, and that pit bull?
You figure it out. Then give me a call.
As Francine says, 1001 Rules for My Unborn Son is indeed our new favorite Tumblr.
Honestly, I’m a little surprised that it took Ben Greenman this long to write the lyrics for this, and while it’s a bit tasteless, there are some nice parts. Now, of course, the only thing left is to get Stephen Trask on board to write the music.
The hed from the latest press release to cross my inbox:
WESTERN APPLES VS. ISLAMIST ORANGES: Blogger: We Owe It to the Dead to Stop the PC
True that. It’s about time someone stood up to Vista….
Sad news; he was only 50. A reminder of some of his finest work, where he was the funniest guy in Spike Lee’s Kings of Comedy: