Don’t touch my junk: Read this, if for no other reason than this, Charles Krauthammer uses the word “johnson” and not in relation to Lyndon Baines. Related thought: “He said ‘johnson.’ Huh huh huh huh.”
The recovery is not very recovery-ish: This is really, really, REALLY bad. Charlie Brown’s is my favorite restaurant, ever. I love their prime rib. I’ve been going to one or the other of their franchises since I was in college at Montclair State. Now I hear that not only are they shutting down the Montclair Charlie Brown’s (oh, the pain, the pain!), but 20 other CB’s all over the northeast. Geez. The only good news in this awful piece is that the one near my friends in Hamilton will remain open. Hey, Kim, guess where we’re going for dinner next month? (Oh. Phew. Denville was saved, too.)
Bummer. You can’t recall a U.S. Senator. Well, perhaps we should add an amendment.
Best line I heard was Mark Steyn, sitting in for Rush on Thursday, who threw out this joke:
He described his last trip through the airport. When the TSA person
reached up and felt his crotch, he forced Mark to remove the 5000
shares on NY Times stock he likes to keep there to bulk up the area,
forcing Mark to tell the TSA guy, “Don’t touch my junk”.
The subtle Beavis and Butt-Head reference is just another reason I love you.
Huh-huh-huh, indeed. Mike Judge not, lest you be Mike Judged!
If I’m not mistaken, “junk” encompasses more than just “johnson.” He DID user “nut” in the same sentence, thouigh.