... precisely 100 miles per hour.  
     Well, according to the May 29 issue of Newsweek, anyway.
     They also say that the weight of that Weinermobile is 14,050 pounds, and that sounds about right, doesn't it?  So who are we to doubt the claim that its top speed is 100 mph?
     Someday, we'll all be driving cars in the shape of common American summer picnic food items.
     Why, I personally have been in certain GM products that handle exactly like potato salad on a paper plate.

     Heh - I first typed that as "pototo salad."  How silly!  Pototo salad is what the Wizard and Dorothy had when their balloon came down in the Andes Mountains.
     What?  You thought that Dorothy missed the balloon lift-off when Toto jumped out of the basket and she went off chasing him?
     You really need to catch up on your Oliver Stone....
     

     To hasten weight loss, try picking the calories out of your ice cream before lifting it to your mouth with a spoon.
 
     To really hasten weight loss, substitute an old phonograph needle for the spoon.  
     You'll become thin in record time.

     (Did that awful pun make you hurl?  Just trying to help....)
 

     To prevent unsightly white stains from forming on your ceiling, never shake a warm cow before attempting to milk it.
 

     I have an important announcement to make.  
     An announcement I wouldn't want just anybody to read, but since you've survived the above written hurdles, I know you can take it.

     I'm thinking about adding a Gift Registry to my journal.
     It'll work just like all those Gift Registry things they have at Pennys and Sears and elsewhere. 
     (Well, maybe not Wal-Mart and K Mart.  Now THAT would be scary!  "Bubba's shotgun takes unleaded shot ONLY, while I can always use another garish tube top that's three sizes too small for ma tits.")
     Anyway (ahem)... You and your friends who are getting married or dropping a kid (or are about to engage in something else our society has declared a fine excuse for getting others to give us stuff) can come here and post for all the world to see what kind of entry you'd like to read on your Blessed Day.
     And then, when I get, say, $24, I'll go ahead and write that entry up for you and upload it on your Big Day.
     
     Like, say, you really like pictures of my cat.  Put that down in the Official Jester Registry.  Your friends read it, bitch and bitch among themselves, take up a collection for you anyway, send me $24, and - presto!  I upload a picture of my cat on your wedding day, graduation day, parole hearing day - whatever.  
     And - for just a $3 handling fee - I remove your request when someone says, "Yeah - I'll spring for that!"  just so you don't get, like, 601 entries with a picture of my cat when you really could have used one or two with a picture of my gazanias or a few paragraphs of me making fun of adult men who don't shave their legs.

     Why am I doing this?
     Not for the money - oh, no no NO!
     Truth be told, I'm doing it because the last time I visited Pennys and Sears, I was struck by how many people were there instead of on a computer reading this journal.
     I figure I had better add a Gift Registry if I wanted to remain competitive.
     
     If it doesn't, look for me to add over-priced merchandise and surly clerks soon!