Man, I wish I hadn’t have been unexpectedly tied up yesterday.

Now that’s what I call an accommodation! (Also, this is my daughter, so tread lightly in the comments)

I could have shared my glee at Duke getting bounced by Kansas. Alas, I had work to do to get ready for an auction next Thursday where I’ll be selling nearly 5000 cubicles and offices.  Yeah, 5000 of them.  Oh yeah, and a chair custom built for an enormously fat person.  Seriously. It has 8 legs and casters and is big enough for the three-headed knight from Monty Python to sit on for his tea and biscuits. Have a look:

Anyway, if you need any cubicles, office sets, conference rooms, training center setups or the like, let me know. Its safe to say I have plenty of them.  Ooh, and the proceeds, less my cut, are going to Habitat For Humanity. Which is pretty nice of the good people at TD Ameritrade, I have to say.

Nine games on the ice yesterday. The Sabres dumped the Leafs. The Panthers blanked the Islanders. The Hurricanes beat the Senators. The Caps doubled up the Rangers. The Dead Wings lost (again) to Les Canadiens. The feeble Coyotes actually beat thew Lightning. Army/Vegas pounded the Avalanche. The Kings blanked the Flames. And the Blackhawks continued their losing ways, this time falling in OT to the Sharks. Sorry Swissy.

Oh yeah, and speaking of ice, the Frozen 4 is headed to the Twin Cities next weekend. Or is it the Big Ten Tournament 2: Electric Boogaloo?  Meh, pretty much the same thing.  The Buckeyes will face Minnesoooooda-Duluth in one semifinal and the winner will play the winner of the Michigan-Notre Dame game for all the marbles. Well done, boys.

In soccer friendlies, the Checks beat the Chinks. And the Dutch drilled Portugal. But the big games are today, as the Limeys and the Cops face off and the Krauts try to wax the Brazilians, among other matchups.

Donald Trump must have been in the front row with a shower cap on

That’s all I’ve got for sports.  I’d like to make note that today is the birthday of race-car driver Cale Yarborough, violent-filmmaker Quentin Tarantino and pants-pisser Fergie. And now I can move on to…the links!

Some son of a bitch is running for student government president at the University of Michigan. LOL, a fucking therapy dog.  Jesus, when we needed therapy for our stress, we found a 12 pack of Natty Light or a friend to shoot the shit with.

Hey, where was this asshole when the last census (under Obama) asked all kinds of invasive questions and even threatened to have people jailed for not answering them? Meh, I’d be fine with a compromise that had a census form with one simple question: how many citizens and permanent resident aliens reside at this address?  Sorry, but I don’t think people here illegally, visiting temporarily, foreign students or vacationers should be counted for representation.

^^Wishes it was a Whataburger^^

A restraining order seems over the top. Just sue the asshole for lost revenue and have him charged for assaulting a customer and trespassing.

Anybody know who some dude named “Chance The Rapper” is?  My son said he’s pretty popular.  I’ve never heard of him until he recently decided to stick his head up his own asshole.

Cults are so 90s. And so are those glasses.

Damn, dude. there’s gotta be an easier way to get and keep chicks than this. Although its probably safe to say those days are over for Mr Raniere.

Perhaps we should shelve the tech for car batteries for a while. Its time we invest in better body cam battery technology or just abandon the pretense that they’re there to make sure the truth comes out. Because the excuses are getting ridiculous.

That’s all I’ve got. Except for this bit of genius.

Now go have a great day!