Everyone loves how Condi smells and we do anything we can to sniff her while she isn’t looking. If I knew what perfume she wears, I would simply soak a sock in it and writhe in orgasmic excstacy without having to stalk her everywhere she goes. After she shook hands with Putin, he sniffed his hand again and again. Her aroma is heavenly and legendary throughout the world.

to some hilarious frat humor:

We have applied the terror alert color system to the urgency with which we need to use the restroom when we’re in a meeting. It’s subtle to say, “I’ve got a code yellow going on.” which means, “We should probably break in 15 minutes or so, something is going on downstairs.” A code red is time to generate an instant distraction for bathroom time.

to the practical:

I never do any personal web surfing at work. I know a few people who do, but they’re usually robots with nothing to hide. You can tell who the closet freaks are by who does and does not do personal web surfing. Condi is as clean as Gandhi’s steak knives, so she does personal stuff all the time. This one guy I work with I am convinced is a closet homosexual or something, because of some comments he made to me, and he doesn’t so much as check his e-mail.

to the insightful:

Democracy as a government relies upon the ability of factions to compromise on divisive issues through rational debate instead of violence. The current political power brokers have figured out how to short circuit this process by focusing national attention on issues which are based on differences of non-negotiable, irrational moral sentiment, and are thus not subject to resolution through rational reconciliation. They’ve broken democracy.

Glenn Reynolds is the guy on the fourth frame.