Résultats de "Will Durst" dans Toutes les catégories

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to look back over the last eight years in a professional and impartial manner, and tries not to plotz.

In which our intrepid correspondent encourages the President to jump on the rehab band wagon and get the hell out of Dodge.

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 lumbers illogically through his possible six degrees of separation from a certain Al Qaeda mastermind.

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

In which our intrepid correspondent makes no accusations at all about the South Dakota Senator Tim Johnson tragedy, but IF it does play out there was hanky panky involved, then he proposes a bit of the old tit for tat.

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

In which our intrepid correspondent muses on the mascots of the season of rebirth and wonder that is Easter.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes eloquent on the passing of George Bush's Brain and wonders if they're going to replace the cavity with anything.

In which our intrepid correspondent REdiscovers the greatest gift of the XMAS season is the gift of giving and beating down a clichéd premise like a rented mule.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to explain our fascination with picking on the poor poodle person that is L.A. County Inmate #9818783.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes nostalgic for the center, the turf of his youth, and hints darkly at its recent demise.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks about math, arithmetic the configuration of numbers, pure and simple and their relationship or lack thereof to our Commander-in-Chief.

In which your intrepid correspondent stands up for Rich Little in the face of every comedian's worst nightmare.

In which our intrepid correspondent dreads a Summer of 50 dollar fill-ups and whines about it for approximately 90 seconds.

In which our intrepid correspondent provides unsolicited nutritional advice to the Speaker of the House.

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 expresses his sorrow at the collateral damage these boys have unthinkingly sprayed on the name game.

In which our intrepid correspondent presages the tedious buildup to Super Bowl XLI by slamming it a full five days before it is destined to disappoint.