President’s Day post

17 Feb

Today is President’s Day, what are some of your fondest President’s Day memories?

For our foreign visitors, and those of us that went to public schools, here is the meaning behind the day:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington’s_Birthday

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Though we are currently represented by the most tyrannical president ever concieved by this republic, we do have a very storied history of Presidents. And that glory will one day return to that hallowed office… one day.

7 Responses to “President’s Day post”

  1. terribletroy February 17, 2014 at 1:23 pm #

    Not until after the shooting is over….

    Mammories of my favorites Presidents Day??

  2. B.C. February 17, 2014 at 11:10 pm #

    Ballot box or bullet box. One way or another, it’s going to change.

  3. GMLand February 18, 2014 at 8:53 am #

    Likes for TT and BC’s comments.

  4. Jay in Ames February 18, 2014 at 9:05 am #

    THE DEATH OF A COW
    Late one stormy night a cow strayed onto a country road, just ahead of a speeding limo. Unable to even swerve in time to avoid the cow, the limo driver hit the cow head-on. The female passenger, in her usual abrasive manner, commanded the chauffeur, “Now, get out there and check on that poor cow. You were driving, so it’s all your fault!”

    After checking the downed cow, the driver reported that it was dead, and appeared to be very old.

    “Well,” said the woman, “you were driving, and it’s all your fault. It doesn’t matter how old the cow was. So it’s up to you to walk to that farm house over there and let the farmer know you’ve killed his poor, defenseless cow.”

    The chauffeur departed on his errand … but didn’t return to the limo for over two hours. When he did, he appeared to be staggering from too much alcohol. His clothes smelled of a fried chicken dinner, his hair was mussed, and he had a huge grin on his face.

    “Damn it, what took you so long? What the heck happened to you?” asked the passenger.

    The chauffeur replied, “Well, when I told them what happened, the farmer opened his best bottle of single malt scotch, his wife gave me a meal fit for a king, and their daughter made love to me.”

    “What? What on earth did you say to them?” asked the woman.

    “Well, I just knocked on the door. And when it opened I told them, hello, I’m Nancy Pelosi’s chauffeur, and I just killed the old cow….”

  5. GMLand February 18, 2014 at 9:22 am #

    *slow, but building clap*

  6. terribletroy February 19, 2014 at 12:28 pm #

    DEAD BLOG,DEAD BLOH HEAH! DEAD BLOG WALKING! Coming through now…DEAD BLOG! DEAD BLOG WALKING! outta my way peons!

  7. GMLand February 19, 2014 at 2:09 pm #

    I blame Aggie. She has gone AWOL on us here.

    I may revive the blerg with a fresh bewb post to inject some new life.

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