Open Thread

When I was in law school there was a guy, kind of a weirdo, went to RISD, real attention seeker, who started a betting pool, $50 per person, on who could say the phrase “forcible analingus” in class. Rules were that it had to be in a legitimate way, like part of a substantive discussion of law. You couldn’t just blurt it out and collect the money. He won, of course, when he asked our property professor whether a restrictive covenant on residential property that prevents ownership by people who engage in forcible analingus would be constitutional.

Ya know how every so often when the seemingly better off stoners opine on the PJs, welfare, unemployment, or the problems of the poor, someone jumps in and says you don’t have a clue?

In my scanning project of old film I came across this image. Apparently this is how I dressed back in 1979. Haven’t improved much today, but still…

http://www.pbase.com/dentontay/image/131311620

Ha, denton, remember that SNL skit about Colonel Angus and his brother Anal Angus? ROFL! “We haven’t seen Colonel Angus around these parts for a long, long time!”

“Dona – where did you get your certification? I did mine in Honduras. ”

I got mine in West Harlem.

Oh wait, you mean in scuba diving?

Dona – where did you get your certification? I did mine in Honduras.