Résultats pour "dürst" dans Comédie et humour

In which our intrepid correspondent mutters aloud about the pressing concerns of...unh, something. Something really important, too.

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

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the Justice Department to task for obviously being unclear on the concept of their name.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes issue with the NFL's lawyers who are attempting to secure superfluous trademark protection.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the President's perspicacious propensity for persistent pandering.

In which our intrepid correspondent cites examples of why he is perfectly content not to be running for president and of his understanding of why you probably agree for totally different reasons.

In which our intrepid correspondent makes some snarky remarks about the only race left for intelligent political discourse. Which he studiously avoids.

In which our intrepid correspondent finally stands up on his hind legs and rebukes the Breck Girl for his two Americas- those that barricade themselves from the press in hotel bathrooms and those that don't.

In which our intrepid correspondent discusses survival techniques for the bravest of us who plan on fighting the discount fight on the busiest shopping day of the year.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the possibility of an irascible yet lovable fill-in for Paul Harvey playing hard to get (to vote for).

In which our intrepid correspondent relives those glory days of 1993 when Hillary Clinton was accused of being a witch but managed to prove her accusers wrong by not floating.

In which our intrepid correspondent redirects his unspecific fury to focus on the land of boldfaced names, the traditional hunting ground of the tabloids. But don't worry, he didn't hurt his back none by stooping over.

In which our intrepid correspondent puts his head in his hands and mutters to himself about something the military tried to develop called the gay bomb.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes liquidly about the quagmire, half a world away, that we find ourselves in.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks of the President speaking about the unspeakable.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the administration to task for accusing people who disagree with them of endangering our troops.

In which our intrepid correspondent welcomes former Senate Majority Leader back as he assumes his new position as Senate Minority Leader. And it couldn't happen to a more clueless party.

In which our intrepid correspondent reflects on the true meaning of the Christmas Season, which apparently is to grab as much as you can as fast as possible and damn everybody else.