Fun With Play-Dough

Jim Gibbons was married, then he wasn’t, then he got married again, and then he moved out and filed for divorce from his second wife. Still with me? In addition, the FBI is investigating him for corruption, and a cocktail waitress has taken him to court, claiming he assaulted her in a parking garage. Who is this classy guy? Well, he is the Governor of Nevada, and yes, that’s the Governor’s Mansion he moved out of.  Now he wants back in, because it’s kind of awkward to go to work there during the day, only to have to go home to your own house at night. It’s embarrassing. Tell me again why nobody trust politicians? On the other hand, if national politics were this exciting, maybe we’d actually care a little more. We certainly watch the news more religiously when there’s a nice juicy scandal.

On a different note, why are the commercials so illogical lately? Take the E.D. thing for instance: can anybody tell me why in half the commercials you see old people taking a bath outside? Do they take their Viagra or what-not and drag those tubs outside into the dunes, then drag buckets of hot water, what??? And who has two loose tubs sitting around the house? As if you take one of those pills, and then say: “you know, I don’t want to have sex; I’d much rather take a bath. Outside.”

And what about those old people in scooters, those snappy looking wheelchairs that are so handy you could drive them all the way to the edge of the Grand Canyon? Are you kidding me? Who would put a whole nest of old people in wheel chairs on the edge? Grandma pushes one wrong button, and she’s history!