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By briantologist | March 20, 2007
Right. So, uh. K-Fed … started a search engine.
Four comparable occurrences:
• Martha Raye, denture wearer, starts a small cluster bomb-manufacturing concern.
• Toby Keith, noted jingoist, establishes a literary fiction imprint of his own.
• Doug Flutie, diminutive former NFL and CFL quarterback, opens a dry-cleaning storefront in Lincoln, Nebraska.
• Smokey Robinson, beloved Motown luminary, develops a line of ready-made Cajun meals to be sold in frozen food sections across the nation.
Oh, wait. That last one is true too.
Topics: Baffled Mutterings, Stuff, The Internets | 3 Comments »

March 20th, 2007 at 8:17 pm
I followed that Smokey Robinson link, and upon close inspection, I’ve realized that Smokey Robinson is a Cajun Zombie. Look closely at his image in the banner. Those eyes? “The soul is in the bowl”? Maybe so, but more accurately, “There’s brain in our chow mein.”
March 21st, 2007 at 8:44 am
Dude, you are right, right and right again. Dear Jesus god. Not even the animated sparkle of light from his pearly veneers can distract from his ashen skin and dead eyes.
March 21st, 2007 at 10:01 am
all i know is that smokey’s red beans and rice rock the house. although, curiously, i do find i have a craving for brains afterwards. not that there’s anything wrong with that.