Hold On To The Night...

Dumb: Ok, so my sister was taking a history exam, and one of the questions asked her to name who wrote the Communist Manifesto. She wrote: Richard Marx. Ha ha ha ha. The answer, of course, is Karl Marx. You know, of Marxism, of the king of Revolution. But what's truly hilario is that her professor gave her full credit! HA! Only in California! (By the way, my sister gave me permission to put this here, so don't think I'm an ASS!

Political: Here we go: The Italians are blubbering and whining because they just can't understand why so many of their fellow compatriots are constantly getting abducted in Iraq, while other nationals are being left alone. Hmmm. Could it be that whenever an Italian gets kidnapped their freaking government PAYS the terrorists a freaking ransom! Come on, even I would kidnap a damn reporter for a million dollars (euros, whatever). Especially one who works for a communist newspaper. Duh!

Interesting: Did you know that Muslims are supposed to make a pilgrimage to Mecca in Saudi Arabia at least once during their lifetime? And in Mecca is this large structure called the Ka'bah, which is Arabic for "cube." And it looks like a cube, only it's massive. Well inside the Ka'bah is an ancient black meteor, and the Muslims kiss it as they circle by in an enormous procession. Did you know that the Muslims believe that this same meteor was given to Adam (as in Adam and Eve) by God (Allah, same difference)? But they refuse to let anyone perform tests on it. Damn! I bet there are a bunch of space critters on that blasted thing and we'll never know.

Dumber: When I was about ten, me and my friend Brandon Bestenheider decided to build a submarine. You see it had rained a lot that year, and the puddles were so massive that the streets were completely submerged. So we scored some plywood from my dad and nailed it together until it pretty much looked like a sporty coffin. Then we nailed the whole contraption to a couple of skateboards (one in the front, one in the back). It was so rad! We hauled it to the top of the driveway, got inside, and after much jerking and leaning we whooshed down the driveway and splashed into the enormous puddle. Then our submarine sort of crawled to a stop in the middle of the flooded street. Next thing we knew water was seeping in the numerous cracks. We scrambled to get out, screaming and kicking the plywood apart, like chimps breaking free of their cage. It was so cool.