Boob-Quake Day?

I heard on the radio today that it was officially declared Boob-Quake Day. Apparently this new holiday is the result of a worldwide protest against some Iranian bozo who claims that women who don't dress modestly anger the gods-in-charge and, consequently, cause earthquakes.

As a result, women around the globe - or, at least, around the Harvard Coop - deliberately wore low-cut tops and no bras so that their boobs would hang out as a collective "f*ck you" directed at the aforementioned bozo.

I like the idea of various body parts linked to natural disasters and the combined results thereby being declared national holidays. How about Ass-Fire Day? Or Dick-Hurricane Day, which men would celebrate by blowing free in the wind. Or Thunder-Balls Day, perhaps in conjunction with Thunder-Thighs Day.

Bunker Hill Day sounds pretty boring now, doesn't it?

HOLIDAY HAIKU

HOLIDAY HAIKU

Holiday snowflakes
Ice clings to silver flagpoles
The dog’s tongue is stuck.

Hanukkah Harry
Brings gefilte fish and socks
Dad faints from the smell.


Holiday spirit
Scents of pine and cinnamon
Cat barfs on the rug.


Scent of Christmas pine
Angels, stars dance on branches
Why big shiny balls?


Santa Claus legend
Endomorph delivers gifts
What’s with the reindeer?


Christmas lights dangling
The kids short-circuit the wires
Oops - the house goes dark.