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I know, the economic downturn is grim, no laughing matter, etc.. But the juxtaposition in this headline made me chuckle anyway.

Oh, the entrepreneurial spirit!

It is absolutely impossible for me to see this container without hearing the sonorous voice of James Earl Jones in my head, intoning, “If you only knew the power of the Dark Fruits.” And I’m afraid to say, it only gets sillier from there.
Tastes pretty good, though.

I think this [redacted] is actually hawking watches, but every time I see the subject line, I think that a web site catering to golf-course voyeurism fetishists has misspelled the word “pines.”

As I’m packing, I’m coming across a surprisingly large number of increasingly yellowed and tattered pieces of paper that have already endured multiple moves. Thanks to Google, I now know the provenance of this one, perhaps one of the oldest. It’s a clever bit of verse with a slightly nasty wit, polysyllabic rhymes, and portmanteau […]

I still want the bastards who send these things to all to go out of business and be forced to find honest work to feed their kids, but this one seems to capture the mood of the times, or anyway illuminate the current level of political discourse.

. . .tow-truck!?