Résultats pour "dürst" dans Littérature et fiction

In which our intrepid correspondent watches as the president's man kicks the dead cat of Iraq down the road - and will until 1/21/09.

In which our intrepid correspondent lifts up the rock obscuring those notorious liberal lifestyles to see the worms and insects that are squirming under there. Like him.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates our president's faulty intelligence.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes nostalgic over the last 12 months.

In which our intrepid correspondent explores other social oddities that would rival Fox News as an interior fallacy.

In which our intrepid correspondent once again - and how tiring has this become - rails against the administration for the appearance of a lack of moral leadership. But who is he, Mr. Passed Out in His Clothes Again, to judge?

In which our intrepid correspondent gives thanks to his benefactor for going above and beyond the call of duty.

In which our intrepid correspondent peruses the possibility of punting pulchritudinous preteens planning plane travel.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the president and his love of of benches - and the whole family of flat seating surfaces.

In which our intrepid correspondent questions the Administration's practice of firing perfectly good legal minds and replacing them with roommates of horse race association grooms.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets his blood moving as he tries to thaw out from standing in the DC cold for six hours.

In which our intrepid correspondent addresses the whole problem of trying to fill out the news cycle in August and exacerbating the problem. As is his wont.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks of the hot air bedeviling the southern end of the Mississippi and how it affects the hot air bedeviling the northern end of the Mississippi.

In which our intrepid correspondent gives Hillary the benefit of the doubt while mulling over her chances of forestalling the inevitable.

In which our intrepid correspondent laments the passing of Goliath, felled by a slew of gnat-like Davids.

In which our leg-weary but intrepid correspondent gropes about the ring, his face swollen from the punishment absorbed by watching the penultimate in a mind-numbing series of debates.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates the delicate dance around the question of who receives our blessing for developing nuclear weapons - and who doesn't.

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to get to the bottom of why this election is more crowded than Free Cash Day at Yankee Stadium.

In which our intrepid correspondent eviscerates the last two old rich guys standing.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the president to task for his choice of Halloween attire, which featured him decked out as Mr. Alternative Energy Guy.