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I think Valentine’s Day is sort of goofy and a corporate holiday of mass proportions but what the hell, if it works for you, have fun with it.

So, here are my favorite cards that you can send me if you are so inclined.

First of all, we have this one that makes me laugh with a Darwin theme.

Then this one that is my kind of Valentine’s Day sentiment:

Now, on to political valentines including this one.

And for you Hoff fans out there:

And go check out Jane’s valentine from her mom. Hysterical!

Quick note about newspapers endorsing candidates:

If I were to endorse anyone in Hoots, I’d get about 15 people outraged, 4,000 that wouldn’t care who I endorsed and the other 19 would give me a hard noogie and a frog on my arm. Maybe four more people might buy me a beer which would have nothing to do with the endorsement, but my sweet and charming smile.

They’d rather talk about anything but politics right now.

And, although this really isn’t safe for work, it still made me laugh this morning.

Crap.

We dug him.

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Dang, he was fun.

I’m doing some cleaning and thought I’d share some photos with you from 2007.

First out, I need to apologize ahead of time. Gov. Ned McWherter was looking at the back of my T-shirt. Completely innocent.

Meeting Left Wing Cracker the first time.

In Memphis

And a lovely surprise. A picture I found of my friend Stewart Byars that I didn’t know I had.

May 2007

And, umm, just go here to see CeeElCee being talked about in San Francisco.

I entertain myself in cheap yet fun ways.

The great thing about the skeleton is that I had everyone involved taking pictures with me. Silly fun in odd times.

Incidentally, Mabel’s press junket is tonight. Every bar in the area is letting her come in and hang out. They requested her. Mabel at the Stable (the name of the first bar) is obviously a hit.

She’s the Paris Hilton of dogs.

The Internet is a fun place.

I’ve established that I though Count Chocula lived in the toilet, and that I would scurry past that bathroom at any passing. Avoiding it as much as possible.

Read the whole thing at Big Stupid Tommy’s.

Winston is pontificating this morning on prayer and George Carlin’s demise earlier this week.

He writes:

Throughout my adult life, Carlin was my guiding light, my conscience, my benchmark. He had that laid back I don’t give a damn what you think I’m saying it anyway and if you don’t like it you can just f**k off attitude that drew me in like flies to horsesh*t.

He thought he might give Joe Pesci a shot like Carlin did.

But then he decided on this:

Not being a personal friend or a big fan of Joe, I continue my search. As of last night, I’ve settled on Jimmy Buffett.

As Ginger said in the comments, Winston wins the Internet today. And, former boss Johnny B., I thought of you, you old parrothead.

I love this picture more than I can even say in words.

Now if this ain’t as nifty, I don’t know what is.

Damned straight I want one. Go check out the whole line at Always Watching.

As you know, The Dude Abides.

No, I’m serious.

Cosmonauts have a tradition that is quite unique. They pee on the wheels of the bus that takes them to the launch pad.

No, I’m not lying. And I realize this post is not necessary but I thought it was interesting. More useless trivia from Newscoma.

From English Russia

I’m as busy as Barack Obama today so the best thing I can do is give you a picture of me and my dog.

Navel gazing at it’s finest.