Chris Christie was spotted today by CNN's Jake Tapper and photographer Eric Marrapodi wearing cufflinks imprinted with "Don't Panic," the signature slogan from Douglas Adams's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. However, one should not necessarily assume from this that the New Jersey Governor is a hoopy frood or that he has the slightest idea what to do with a pan-galactic gargleblaster. See our shocking photographic evidence after the jump!
The "DON'T PANIC" motif is cause Christie got really sick of his people panicking with statements like "We're gonna need a bigger suit/limo/plane/train/ad/campaign" several times a day.
Do have a box of Kleenex handy too, because you'll need to keep wiping away the tears of laughter. At least I did, anyway.
And a small paper sack to breathe into after you hyperventilate from laughing continuously for the past half hour. Again, this comes from experience.
A soft mat to fall onto when you absolutely cannot take it anymore and have to put the book down in order to roll around on the floor while clutching your sides to keep from exploding. Yup.
Absolutely none of this is any exaggeration -- it really is that funny. Drop us a line after they let you back out of the straightjacket. I avoided this last consequence, but just barely. I still don't know why.
No, he's the one who went on at length about how it felt to be alive, and what words could be used for various new and exciting things, before he ends up splatting onto the surface of Magrathea.
Wait - has anyone heard Christie recite poetry? I'd like him to site in for Garrison Keilor, who is completely incompetent.
"No sense in making less out of something more."
Something much, much more, in fact!
I don't see a role for the fundies/teabaggers in any of the three stages.
The "DON'T PANIC" motif is cause Christie got really sick of his people panicking with statements like "We're gonna need a bigger suit/limo/plane/train/ad/campaign" several times a day.
But he wouldn't even lift a finger to save his own grandmother. Don't let him read you his poetry, is what I'm saying.
Do have a box of Kleenex handy too, because you'll need to keep wiping away the tears of laughter. At least I did, anyway.
And a small paper sack to breathe into after you hyperventilate from laughing continuously for the past half hour. Again, this comes from experience.
A soft mat to fall onto when you absolutely cannot take it anymore and have to put the book down in order to roll around on the floor while clutching your sides to keep from exploding. Yup.
Absolutely none of this is any exaggeration -- it really is that funny. Drop us a line after they let you back out of the straightjacket. I avoided this last consequence, but just barely. I still don't know why.
It's been almost 40 years since I had a shirt with French cuffs.
And more than ten since I had one with a collar.
just rent the <a href="http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0371724\/" target="_blank">movie.</a>
It is time to activate the improbability drive and get off this planet.
I hope someone drops a whale on him. Is that wrong?
Well dammit. Thanks, now people can see for themselves.
Why do Republicans have to ruin everything?
Even better:
So long and thanks for all the fish.
I believe it says &quot;don&#039;t picnic.&quot;
No, he&#039;s the one who went on at length about how it felt to be alive, and what words could be used for various new and exciting things, before he ends up splatting onto the surface of Magrathea.
Dammit, you beat me to it. Note to self: read ALL the comments before responding.