It’s called “Out the window”.
I tend to try to stay out of debates that don’t really deserve to even be dignified with a response, but the next time some anti-science advocate starts crowing about “Intelligent Design”, lob this fact at ’em:
Birds, animals that fly, have no sphincters.
That means that they just poop whenver the food moves through them. They can’t hold it. Even if they wanted to, they don’t have the equipment with which to “hold it”.
Their sad little cloacas just can’t do anything besides give a free pass and wave goodbye as the used food makes its way Earthward.
And these are birds. Birds that fly. In the air. Over our heads. With nothing to stop their copious waste from exiting their birdly posteriors.
Now, what was that you were saying about “Intelligent Design”?
Not being a person to turn down a freebie, I recently was given the new album by former Spice Girl Geri Halliwell.
I figured it would be better to accept an album that might not be very good, than to burn bridges with the PR person offering it by turning it down.
I was in for a pleasant surprise. At some point, Ginger Spice learned to sing. “Passion” is a decent little collection of tunes. It’s a mix of well-executed torch-song material and “Kylie”-styled electro-pop. Way better than I imagined it would be.
And well worth a listen. Goes to show, you should never turn down a freebie. You never know what you might get.
Remember when all those guys ran around and did all that stuff?
I’m notoriously seafood-phobic. Can’t stand the stuff. I can’t even eat at a table where somebody else is eating shrimp–it just grosses me out. But there is one execption. I love crabmeat Won Tons. So the question I put forth is this–just exactly where in Charleston can a person find a decent crabmeat Won Ton?
Back in the 80s, I used to be able to get them at the mall, but now it seems that every place that sells Won Tons either fills them with nothing, or they fill them with some sort of sick, twisted cream cheese concoction (surely a creation of the Debbil!).
Has all the crab meat been hi-jacked for use in Krabby Patties or something?
Then write emo songs. Maybe you can get Brian Eno to produce your album.