The answers to life's burning questions. Like, to beavers eat fish?
On a tiny blue planet deep within the Milky Way, a rare life form pumps its fist and replies, “Captain Kangaroo.”
Charles deGaulle. France's greatest statesman, and a darn good guess to any question about France.
Charles de Gaulle. Soldier, writer, statesman. And a darn good guess for any question about France.
Charles de Gaulle isn't the answer to every question about France. But he's a darn good guess.
You just can't get into enough fights over Richard Nixon's middle name.
There's no better fight than the one over Richard Nixon's middle name.
The rules specifically state, full names. So act like you know it.
Don't just mutter, 'Milhaus.' Proclaim it with arms raised in triumph.
Never again will the name 'Milhaus' be simply muttered. It will be shouted with triumph.
Who knew mice could have beer bellies? It's not only relevant, it's must-know.
Every well-rounded human being knows that mice can develop beer bellies.
Behold, the human mind as it spits out the number of lords-a-leaping.
Win friends and amaze your peers by correctly guessing how many lords-a-leaping there are.
How many lords-a-leaping are there? Enough to be considered a complete genius.
Scholars beware. Your knowledge of Vulcan blood color is sorely lacking.
Goodbye, cruel world. The elusive pink wedge mocks me.
Just when you think you've got it made, you're asked the color of Yak's milk. Cruel fate.
Just when you think life couldn't get any better, you forget the color of Yak's milk. Cruel, cruel fate.
Life is good until you realize you don't know the color of Yak's milk. Cruel fate.
Never before have you gotten so much pleasure out of seeing someone else fail.
posted by upfreak at 2:06 PM
Get in a fight over what Richard Nixon's middle name is.
Get passionate about mice with beer bellies. Raise your arms in triumph when you say, 'Milhaus!'
How in the hell did he know that? I'll tell you how. He has no life.
posted by upfreak at 6:41 PM
