So, I’m guessing they have Hugo Chavez hooked up to the latest modern machinery. While I suspect they will soon reach the limits of potato-based medicine, I’m not comfy calling the Dead Pool until we get an official death notice. That could take Some Time.
(On an unrelated note, did you see where Ariel Sharon is showing significant brain activity hooked up to a Functional MRI? Brrrrr).
No new Dead Pool tomorrow, even in the unlikely event they call him out before six WBT. So, tough luck, Hutch…for now.
February 28, 2013 — 10:34 pm
Uncle B had to go to London today, so the livestock and I have been on our own, whoopin’ it up big time.
Oh, there were chickens and banjos, two pork sammiches and a candy bar. There was Judge Judy and a movie. There were underpants! It was pandemonium.
It was underpantsdemonium!
Okay, that was lame, but it’s late and I haven’t posted anything and he’s home now.
I got most of the stains out of the carpets and the hall rug covers the rest, so…just…don’t say anything, okay?
— 12:31 am