Before I forget...

...I ran into your uncle at the parade this weekend.

Am I too jaded?

Ms. Newman-Poncherello, my illustrious coworker, just passed this gem over to me. But something smells fishy. Maybe I'm jaded, but something looks NOT QUITE RIGHT about this clip. So you tell us:

Is this real?

If this makes sense to you, the terrorists win.

Burqa. Jihad. Hummus. Chador.
Fallujah. In'sh'ALLAH. Falafel. Tandoor.

(Kinda sounds like we're casting a spell!)

Just when we thought we'd *finally* gotten a handle on the culture rift between the Middle East and Western Civilization, the folks at tarisha.com step up to the plate with photoshopped, um...fruit.

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Yeah, it's a PSA. Sue me.

This is actually a public service announcement we tripped over this week. It didn't exactly teach us anything new, but it's still quality humor. So if you're willing to risk learning a thing or two:

See what all the fuss is aboot. [Large Download]

And the Russian judge gives him an 8.3!

I'm in an A-Team kinda mood tonight. So, in honor of good ol' Col. Hannibal Smith, all I can say is:

I love it when a plan comes together.

Or, um...not.