Romney - The Big-Headed One!

Politics as usual - and the $500 haircut!

Cat Tails

And I know what this cat means. I remember when someone walked in on me while I was laying on my back with my tail between my legs.  Oh, and by the way.... the carpet I was lying on hadn't been vacuumed in a month. Man, is that ever embarrassing. Like the Cat says, "Knock first!"

Doing It Doggie Style!

I told you it is a dog-eat-dog world! Dog gone it, now maybe you'll believe me!

Now I really know what doing it doggy-style really means. Look at the result!

Dammit, Phelps!

"Dammit Phelps, you got me again. You better change your tune and go to Rio in 4 years because I'll be ready... I'm gonna do up a bunch of cat nip before the race...You watch me, Phelps!!!!"

I Just Love Getting the Boot

Really, being booted had lost its appeal. There was a time though, when I rather relished the fact that I had gotten the boot. It made me feel important.

 I know what you're thinking - sounds too paradoxical for a man who loves to be a part of something. But let me explain if you will. In the past, I had my share of dead-end jobs and hopeless occupation. Although I felt I did my best each time, went above and beyond the call of duty, deep down inside though, maybe subconsciously, I fought to get out. Subconsciously, I'd do whatever it was I did to be forced out.

 As a matter of fact, I had been fired at gunpoint from one job. Another, I subconsciously fucked up the company's entire Information System and was escorted out of their building by three-armed guards. But each time I got the boot, the next time I would get something better. Instead of flipping burgers I was flipping coins. Instead of laying bricks I was laying down laws. Instead of running from a country I was running one - a small one but a country nevertheless.

Today, I have a good job. After getting through boot camp, I'm now the Commander-In-Chief. Hope I don't fuck up the accounting system on this one. Somebody has to finally remain accountable.

Thanks for listening, Boot-Camp Ricky

Just the Facts, Ma'am!

In the 1400's a law was set forth that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb ".

Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled

"Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV was Fred and Wilma Flintstone

Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury .

Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.

Coca-Cola was originally green.

It is impossible to lick your elbow.

The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000

Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.

The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer

Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king in history:

Spades - King David

Hearts - Charlemagne

Clubs - Alexander, the Great

Diamonds - Julius Caesar

111,111,111 x 111,111,111= 12,345,678,987,654,321

If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"?

A. One thousand

Q. What do bullet-proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?

A. All invented by women.

Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?

A. Honey

In Shakespeare 's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bedfirmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase......... "goodnight, sleep tight."

It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.

In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down." It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"

Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.

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Ricky Fico was born in Chicago at Loretta Hospital and he thinks his mother may have attended his birth but isn't quite sure...

People, Get a Frickin' Grip! (from my archives)

Forgive me if I ramble off the written page but I've had it up to here with all the nonsense lately; so much in fact, that I feel like packing up my hyena and heading off to the Ozarks or someplace like it. Really, I'm so darned tired of all the "he said, she saids," and the shit-loads of grist for the rumor mills, that I wouldn't mind taking a seven year nap in the Himalayas - just to clear my head. And maybe my bank account too.

Lately, and excuse me if I speak out of turn, but my head's taken a beating not only from the tabloids and the bow-tied pundits with their fancy Harvard diplomas but also from the average Joe-blow on the street, who, encouraged by peer pressure had joined the fray and is now speaking as if he's been everywhere and seen everything, including Monica Lewinski's"Presidential Seal Of Approval." And not only that, he claims that one of his neighbors, Jim Neighbors I think, is gay and is now dating some guy who supposedly, invented the Polygraph. And if that's not enough, there's word on the street that a well-known and busty starlet is going to set up a nudist camp in downtown Anchorage. An attempt to make it resemble Las Vegas . . . Put a knee on it, dear!

And what the frock is going on with all these so-called reality shows? If this is what you call reality then the Fruit Loops I'd been eating for the last twenty years must've been laced with LSD. Confirms my theory. "It's the Fruit Loops, honey!"

And then we got The Rosie and The Donald going back and forth like two six year-olds in the schoolyard. What the hell is this world coming too - all over the news, the talk shows - Mother Mary and Joseph, give me a rest, please. And The Donald, who in all intents and purposes is surely the "epitome of arrogance" had no right denigrating The Rosie because of her weight, making comments like "She's a slob, inside and out." "I'm going take money out of her fat-ass pockets." He had done himself a dis-service. Get a frickin' grip!

Sure, we may sometimes need a diversion from the harsh realities we face day-in and day-out but put the national focus on the silly-assed dalliances of The Rosie, The Donald, the Lohan kid, The Paris and all the other camera-loving, "office water-cooler spurring" Andy Warhol acolytes is beyond reproach. Get a frickin' grip.

For those who know me know that I am a peace-loving realist whose acid-popping days went the way of the horse and carriage but let me say this: If this nonsense doesn't stop I am going to summon the cavalry and put an end to it myself. Acting like six year-olds in the schoolyard, where is the maturity? Nanya, nanya, and nanya . . .my house is bigger than yours. Nanya, nanya, and nanya . . .my house is bigger than yours. Nanya, nanya, nanya . . . Barbara doesn't like you, she only likes me.  Get a frickin' grip.

You know, ever since I was exiled from Gomorrah I feel as though the world is nothing more than a giant Ouija Board . . . oh, somedays a monopoly board. One big fricking game! But it's not.

Oh brother, oh sister - I may run for President or something. Well, why not? I heard that he has a bad leg. I once ran for the Mayor. I think he had the flu or something.

 By Ricky J. Fico (aka Dan Landers)