Minis

To celebrate my (and Maggie's) return to our glorious blog, here are some mini-marshmallows to stuff yourself with:

A Demoted Goat: "Captain William Rose, a soldier present at the parade, said the goat 'was trying to headbutt the waist and nether regions of the drummers.'" I think there is a joke just waiting to be made in this story about gays in the military, but I can't quite...

Supreme Court pooh-pooh: Okay, so the story itself isn't that funny, but I am actually ten and still find poop jokes entertaining.

Nicole Kidman, Oscar-winning actress, Tom Cruise survivor, Mrs. Aussie Country Star, and Reviver of 80s poofy sleeves! God, if Balenciaga does poofy sleeves, then it must be chic. Almost as chic as showing everyone all of the bones in the upper half of your body.

Jessica Simpson, nobody cares about you anymore. Not even trying to steal Madonna's glory is going to help you now.

This further proves my theory that Americans will watch anything if there are enough commercials on TV for it. Who are all of these people? Who went and saw Click? I mean, even I had better things to do. And by "better things," I mean watching the Golf Channel with my mother.

Kevin, you are finally getting what you deserve. Sort of.

And my guilty pleasure of the week: Paris Hilton's new single, which is (surprisingly) not offensively bad. If you show me real love, baby, I'll show you mine... Apparently she has a rather loose definition of love.