Showing posts with label Sir Edmund Hillary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sir Edmund Hillary. Show all posts

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Chicken Dance



U.S. Senate candidate Sue Lowden is getting’ the Silver State a lot pub lately by saying people could pay their doctors with, get this, live chickens. As you can imagine the liberal, elitist media jumped all over that line. No surprise that Lowden has been vilified everywhere from the Rachel Maddow show to the Tonight Show to the Colbert Report. But here at PTB, we kinda like the idea. Bartering has been around since the beginning, so what’s the big deal? Wouldn’t it be great if you could pay your proctologist with poultry? Pretty sweet, neh? Problem is…what do you use to buy the chicken?



News out of Nepal says that the Sherpas won’t allow the ashes of Sir Edmund Hillary to be sprinkled on Mount Everest. Apparently, they consider Everest some kind of holy place. Yo Nepal! If the place is so friggin holy, how come the mountain is littered with crap like oxygen tanks, tents and dead bodies? Aye caramba! Ya know, if it wasn’t for SHE puttin’ y’all on the map, y’all would still be livin’ in the fourteenth century. Oh wait, you are. Nevermind.



Happy Earth Day dear Earth… Happy Earth Day dear Earth… Happy Earth Day dear Earrrrrrth…Happy Earth Day to Youuuuuuuu! Ya know, here on Earth Day I got to thinkin’. I wonder if Sarah Palin can see the burning oil platform from her house? So, how IS that drill baby drill-thingy goin for ya Caribou Barbie?


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Friday, January 11, 2008

Top O' The World Ma!

Here at PTB, we always wanted to be world famous adventurers. Then we found out you needed heart, skill, brains, money and intestinal fortitude. We’ve been living in mom & dad’s basement ever since.


That’s why the passing of Sir Edmund Hillary has us so bummed. Check it…


Back when Big Ed and his sherpa Tenzing Norgay climed the biggest, baddest most dangerous lump on the planet, he did it without modern equipment. No GPS units…no gore-tex...no Starbucks lattes. It’s the equivalent of winning the Indy 500 in a Yugo. Simply. Amazing.


So today we salute Sir Edmund Hillary and his monster-sized cojones. If there were more people like him in the world…things would be a lot more adventurous.
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