Warning Sighs

If the FDA and the Government-Cheese have their way, buying cigarettes is gonna scare the bejeezus outta people. There’s a study out that found placing graphic images on cigarette packaging makes people less likely to buy ‘em. Graphic images like black lungs, gangrenous feet, people breathing out of stomas and dead babies are a few of the pics they’re gonna use to keep people from using tobacco products. Now, I’m not really in favor of that idea. After all, tobacco is a legal product here in the USo’A. But if the Government-Cheese wants to show people the deadly evils that come with smoking, I think they should expand the whole thing.


1. From now on, there should be graphic images of mutilated bodies and corpses lying on the side of the road in every car commercial.


2. Every bag of fast food sold in America should be required to have a picture of one of those morbidly obese people – naked!


3. Every alcoholic beverage should be labeled with the phrase “You ARE the father!”


4. Politicians must all get the word “LIAR” tattooed on their foreheads.


5. Cannabis clubs in California should have to sell their weed in baggies that look like little bags of Doritos.


6. High school diplomas must include an application to work at the nearest McDonald’s drive-thru.


7. And finally…every church in American must prominently display a picture – not a painting or a statue but a real-life photograph of their God. Of course, you wouldn’t see anything so they have to include the phrase “What Your Money Buys” underneath.



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Dolls and Sense

Well, Barbie turned fifty years old today. Funny, she doesn’t look a day over nineteen. Here at PTB we have a special place in our hard…ummm…HEART for Barbie. After all, she was the only girlfriend we had ‘til we went off to college….but that’s a crux of a different biscuit.





You’d think an iconic doll like Barbie would cause little commotion in the sleepy world of toys. You’d think, but you’d be wrong. Turns out, this year’s edition of our petite, plastic, paramour has everyone’s Underoos in a bunch. Why? ‘Cause Barbie comes with TATS! That’s right…little girls and boys from all over the world can tramp stamp their dolls to look like the real thing.



That got us to thinkin’ ‘bout other editions of Barbie you could release that’d cheese off the “holier-than-thous.”



There could be the Maury Povich Barbie where the doll would come on the MoPoShow and have seven guys DNA tested to see who the baby-daddy is.



There could be the Bernie Madoff Barbie who takes all your money then disappears along with her Malibu Barbie yacht and mansion set.



You could have an Alex Rodriguez Barbie who admits to getting breast implants years ago but swears she hasn’t had any other plastic surgery since then. In the meantime, you’d have to send her back to the factory to fix her messed up hip – a byproduct of having such humongous bazongas.



Lastly, if you wanted to, you could get a Rush Limbaugh Barbie. She’d be strung out on OxyContin and Cialis and when you pulled her string she’d start whining and complaining about commies, and socialists, and liberals, and gays, and Ted Kennedy’s jowls.



There you have it…HAPPY BIRTHDAY Barbie. We’re gonna get back into the closet and dig up our old favorite Barbie. Like Nikky Boone said in Remember the Titans, “I’m not playing with dolls. I’m accessorizing.”


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