They're here. They like beer. You'd bloody well just get used to it.

Seeing this multi-administration mash-up of the Star Spangled Banner make ya think Dick's trickiness and Willie's slickness just might be one heck of a lot more penetrable than our current Bush overgrowth.

Laura Bush would go and open up a can of whoop-ass on the liberals - only they'd prolly like it too darned much.

This gent's pissed off that his lovely piece of ham has been, well...pissed on. What a bunch of bologna.

Perhaps comedic no-goodniks Better Than The Machine are in need of some prune juice for their constipated souls because right now, no matter how worthy the cause, they simply can't bring themselves give a shit.

Dave Hill's ascending from mom & dad's underground Cleveland digs and, with some help from some slightly off-key bikini babes, and his own personal PHILosopher/bodyguard (a.k.a. Jer-Z rawk phenom Satanicide's Aleister Cradley), he's taking his rightful place on the first throne he can find. So long as it's in Miami. And it doesn't clash with his schweet spray-on tan.

The musical "Cats"? Oh, so short-sighted. A Week of Kindness has conscripted the entire wild kingdom to perform in in their all-singing, all-winging, all-stampeding, all-breeding theatrical extravaganza.

Imus got busted for his racist rhetoric, so Rhett & Link think it's time for a ho-down.

Rhett & Link are convinced that Pluto's planetary demotion is an injustice on a cosmic scale, so they wrote a song about it. Here's hoping they tackle Uranus next.

Whether you're choking the chicken, pulverizing the penguin, taxing the terrapin or origamiing the ocelot - so long as you're web-surfing one-handed, this zoo-rock grind-out is for YOU!

Messrs Rhett and Link have penned an insanely catchy l'il ditty about their fondness for interweb pal-ship portal, Facebook. Go on and befriend the boys, lest they actually have to venture (gasp!) out of their homes to meet folks.