DD of the Day

Each and everyday, while trying desperately to avoid accomplishing anything at work, we here at the Drunken Donkey©* will drive our three-wheeled cart down the middle of the information superhighway and show you how the legend of the DD© has spread far and wide to peoples in every corner of the Earth. [In otherwords, we are going to take credit for the Donkey references contained therein.]

Today's entry is particularly appropriate, as it involves the origin of our namesake. It would appear that perhaps the bar Bo thought he was patronizing called the "Drunken Donkey" really does exist:

Is this also where they hid Jimmy Hoffa's body?

Of course, this begets the question: just where the hell was Bo when he stumbled drunkenly into this arcane establishment? Is it possible that Bo fell into somekind of wormhole in Jacksonville, Florida? Or was it all in his Makers' Mark-addled mind? As the above photo shows, his story at least bears some credibility.

I'm willing to be that the bar actually does exist. And that is where Bo's jacket, stapler, and various misplaced credit cards have been since November, 1999.

*"Drunken Donkey" and "DD" are both valuable copyrights which we neglected to secure long ago. Rest assured, through our legal counsel, Pirate Lawyer Cherith Cutestory, are taking all necessary steps to bring all those false drunken donkey-dopplegangers to justice. Be warned: we don't serve revenge as a cold dish--we heat the fucker up to one-thousand degrees and inject it intravenously through your anal cavity.