I had some thoughts regarding an age old quandry.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Seriously.

Perhaps thumb transplants would help us finally get to the bottom of this mystery. Big toes have been used to replace thumbs lost in accidents (ironically sometimes 'chucking' wood). However, I'm unsure of woodchucks having big toes to begin with, as I'm not versed in woodchuck-ology (or whatever the scientific term may be).

Even if they did have big toes to sacrifice, and the transplant were to be successful, they may not be able to stand properly as they were now big toe less thus lacking the balance necessary for an all out wood chucking experiment.

Regardless, forcing a big toe less woodchuck now sporting strangely fashioned thumbs to 'chuck wood' doesn't seem at all ethical.

My guess is that we will never be able to answer this question to anyone's satisfaction so I think it's time to stop asking it. It's just silly.

From the angriest rabbit on the planet.

"Stay away from my lettuce dammit!"

Funny but I still like the gopher.

Thanks Paul. I feel badly for Toronto.

92.5% of guild vote in favor of strike's end

By CYNTHIA LITTLETON, DAVE MCNARY

"The strike is over," Patric Verrone said, dispassionately but with the hint of a smile. "Our membership has voted. Writers can go back to work."

The WGA West prexy announced the news, something the town had taken as a fait accompli, shortly before 7 p.m. Tuesday at the Writers Guild Theater in Beverly Hills. Some 92.5% of the 3,775 ballots cast were in favor of ending the 100-day strike, with 3,492 members voting yes and 283 die-hards ready to tilt at the windmill of continuing the work stoppage that began Nov. 5.

The vote on lifting the strike concluded a mere three days after the WGA cinched its contract agreement with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers in the wee hours of a Saturday morning. The strike vote was held over a 48-hour frame, with members able to vote in person at the WGA Theater and at Gotham's Crowne Plaza Hotel, or via fax.
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Finally! I'm getting bored. This may be blasphemy but one can only play so much Call of Duty 4.

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First... A Twisted Sister Xmas video:


We're still celebrating even though some not so nice guys stole $1000 from our bank account yesterday. I hope they used the money to get some nice things for their kids or their grandmas. Merry Xmas bad guys.

This unappetizingly named cookbook was published and made it into circulation. Yuck.

Honk! *says the goose who happens to be cooked*
Gobble! *says the turkey you're about to eat*
Woof! *says the dog who's crap is on your shoe*
Meow! *says the kitty that clawed the furniture*
Moo! *says the cow making milk for your coffee*
Cluck! *says the chicken with it's head cut off*


Oink! *says the pig that gave me the speeding ticket*


Sorry for the weirdness. Listening to Hendrix.

An extremely modest man was in the hospital
for a series of tests, the last of which had left
his bodily systems extremely upset.

Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he
decided the latest episode was another and stayed put. He suddenly
filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to
remain rational.

In a complete loss of composure he jumped
out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw
them out the hospital window.

A drunk was walking by the hospital when the
sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing,
and swinging his arms violently trying to get the
unknown things off, and ended up with the soiled
sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.

As the drunk stood there, unsteady on his
feet, staring down at the sheets, a hospital
security guard, (barely containing his laughter),
and who had watched the whole incident, walked up
and asked, "What the heck is going on here?"

The drunk, still staring down at the bed sheets in amazement, replied:
"I think I just beat the SHIT out of a ghost."

Timbits used in drive-by harassment: RCMP

Police in western Newfoundland said drive-by pranksters chose unusual objects to throw at an unsuspecting pedestrian: Timbits.

RCMP in Deer Lake said a passenger in a vehicle threw the popular Tim Hortons snacks at a woman who was walking on Wight's Road early Tuesday morning.

The pedestrian, 20, was not able to read the vehicle's licence plate. She described the car as bronze-coloured and resembling a Trans Am.

The incident happened around 1:30 a.m.

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This sounds like something my friends and I would have done way back when. We didn't make national news doing it. I demand my props!