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Happy Memorial Day.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)

Happy Towel Day.

Arthur looked up. “Ford!” he said, “there’s an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out.”

And for extra points, Star Wars, the first one…the real one, was released on this date in 1977.

Han shot first!

Score! Another fake letter was published in the ‘Dear Margo’ column. It can be read at Creator’s Syndicate and at The Women on the Web. The WOWOWOW post allows comments and they’re as much fun as the letter.

This one was written by my pal, Mrs. King. She took my crappy note and rewrote it entire. It’s vastly better than the original. Very believably girly in a concerned momlike way. Perfect actually. I only made one small change (the part about the FBI) and sent it to “Dear Margo”. 85% credit to her.

Well played, Mrs. King. Well played.

Building on an evil idea, the point-of-purchase pop-up ad, used in another silly story, I give you:

2017 AD: The Assault

© 2009 Ray Adam Latiolais

He had been making groceries and was almost at his front door when the assault began.

Full lips and breasts filled his vision, swaying and enticing. Voices assailed him with offers sublime and obscene. Strident music interrupted his thought and distracted him beyond reason.

He shut his eyes and covered his ears but to no effect. He staggered the last few feet to the door and sagged against it.

Fumbling, he pulled his phone from his belt. He found the site more by instinct than thought. Cursing his clumsy fingers, he transferred the funds. Seconds later the assault ended.

Still trying to regain his composure, he opened his calendar and set a reminder to renew his ad protection a week before it ran out next time.

SHE WILL LOVE YOU ALL NIGHT LONG TIME!

The Unfact™ is, to the best of our knowledge, completely false and unsupportable. We are not responsible for any consequences that are bound to occur if you are silly enough to believe it.

The 1918 Spanish flu was named after the epidemiologist who first identified the strain, Dr. Roman Germaine Spanish.

What? Too soon?