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Lorn opened the back door and stepped inside. The shock of the temperature drop was a welcome stilting, but it wasn't enough. He tracked his grass-stained shoes to the window unit and positioned his dripping face in front of the blower. The chill ran though his joints in an oddly-ecstatic jolt and he picked up his phone. All he could smell was gasoline.
"Wouldn't get too close to that," said the imp sitting on his computer desk, in a tart, British accent. "S'full of bees."
Lorn passed him a sideways glance. "Bees?"
"Yes," he said, standing up off the mouse pad. "Yellow. Black. Stingy. Hurt quite a bit." He leaned on his tiny cane. "Did I say stingy?"
He checked for voicemails. Nothing. Rachel should've called. Scanning texts he said "Bees, really. My phone's got bees in it?"
The imp's eyes grew two sizes. "Oh, my, no."
"Yeah. Thought so."
"The cooling unit's full of bees. Your phone's made of bees."
"Oh, fuck, Jacob. My phone? Bees?" He sat down at the desk within range of the AC fan.
Jacob leaned back on the full 24-ounce can of Labatt Ice. "You carry a tiny computer that's connected to the entire world via voice, via text, via your stupid Angry Birds. No cords. No wires. And it buzzes."
Opening his Blogger account, Lorn didn't even twitch. "Yeah, so there's that."
Jacob stood, "Bees, you git! Bees! Your phone's made of them!"
Eyes. Rolling. "Yeah. Bees. Awesome. I'll take note."
"Well then. Okay." Jacob reached behind the pile of unopened mail and presented a thimble to Lorn. "Pour us a pint then?"
"It's a thimble, Jake."
"Then a thimble. Lorn? Lorn?"
"Okay, just a minute."
"No, Lorn, it's the bees."
Lorn grabbed the can as Jacob fell to the desktop. He cracked the top.
"No. Lorn. The bees. The bees."
And before Lorn could focus, Jacob's body collapsed, convulsed, pulled into the fetal position and then POP! turned into over a hundred bees, all angry, all hungry. And buzzing.
And how they stung!
Lorn dropped to the ground, thinking first of escape, then of survival. Sting. Survival. Sting. Did Jacob say *sting* anything about how to *sting* deal with *sting* these *sting* *sting* damn *sting* bees *sting**sting*? Maybe *sting* the beer *sting* is *sting* would be *sting* beer...
Maybe *sting* the phone *sting*
The remains of Lorn were never found.
Jacob never existed.
Everyone pivoted just in time to see Speaker Boehner, cradling a magnum of Turning Leaf Merlot, stumble into the room. "Hay! Hay!" sputtered Boehner. "Where's the jobs! Hahaha!" *hic*
"If you'll wait just a moment John--"
"No. No, Mobama! I said werer the jobs? Huh? Why you so mean to the jobs?" at which point he collapsed into weeping pile on the floor and people tried not to stare.
O, let America be America again-
The land that never has been yet-
And yet must be-the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine-the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-
96: Say a Prayer
Dear Lord, you took my favorite actor Patrick Swayze. You took my favorite actress Farrah Fawcett. You took my favorite singer Michael Jackson. I just wanted to let you know that my favorite president is Barack Obama. Amen.
GAL: What's your granddaughter's name again?
GUY: Bella.
GAL: Oh, yeah. So pretty.
GUY: Yeah, I guess someone asked [my son] if they named her after, I guess there's some vampire movie or something.
GAL: Oh. Really? Hrm.
GUY: But [my son] just likes the name Isabella.
GAL: I don't know, I never heard of that.
GUY: Me neither. I'm not really a movie person.
GAL: Not unless it's free.
*they laugh*
For centuries, Hindu women have worn a dot on their foreheads. Most of us have naively thought this was connected with tradition or religion, but the Indian embassy in Ottawa has recently revealed the true story.
When a Hindu woman gets married, she brings a dowry into the union. On her wedding night, the husband scratches off the dot to see whether he has won a convenience store, a gas station, a donut shop, a taxi cab, or a motel in the United States . If nothing is there, he must remain in India to answer telephones and provide us with technical support.
For centuries, Christians have worshiped an idol of a man nailed to wood. Most of us have naively thought this was...
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Give them another reason why Obama has GOT to go.
He doesn't think America's anything special. No really, he doesn't. Quote: "I believe in American exceptionalism, just as I suspect the Brits believe in British exceptionalism and the Greeks believe in Greek exceptionalism." In other words: everybody's special. Tell your friend that, with his Barney the Dinosaur egalitarian worldview of everybody being special, Obama ought to be a kindergarten teacher, leading the kids in non-competitive, non-judgmental songs, not the leader of the free world.
R-SEN: Go arrest those Dems!
COPS: Yeah. No.
R-SEN: The power of Legislature compels you!
COPS: But it's written right here we can't compel them.
R-SEN: But you can!
COPS: Uh, we're Wisconsin cops. We can't go gangbusters into Illinois and drag them out. That's illegal. You would need the FBI.
R-SEN: But the FBI is run by a black man in a white house.
COPS: Is that some sort of "eagle flies west" code?
R-SEN: Nevermind. So, just hypothetically, *wink* if they WERE in Wisconsin, would you go get in your big, strong cop car and hunt down those whiny, wobbly wittle Demmies?
COPS: Please don't touch my thigh. So you're asking if we would forcibly compel Democrats to return to the capitol so you can have a vote to pass a bill that will ruin public employee livelihood in an underhanded trade to give rich companies tax breaks?
R-SEN: Aww, COPS, you have such a way with words. But you're exempt. I mean, uh, yeah, kinda.
COPS: And how long until I'm next? You hold the gavel. Stick it up your ass. Then find another gavel and pound it in before I find a way to fit my foot up there.
R-SEN: Ooh, really?
COPS: Fuck off.
Georgia state Rep. Bobby Franklin (R) has made a name for himself by introducing far-right extremist bills. He has introduced legislation barring the state from requiring vaccinations, eliminating income taxes and replacing them with nothing, and requiring state taxpayers to only pay in gold or silver.
Now, he has introduced what may be his most offensive and extreme bill yet. Last week he unveiled HB 1, which would, as the parenting blog Babble explains, "require proof that a miscarriage occured naturally." If proof could not be provided, the mother could face "felony charges."