Let's make fun of Germany some more, shall we?
First, a German doctor says he thinks he's discovered Atlanta.
Dr. Rainer Kuehne says his research shows that it is part of Spain. And has been for thousands of years.
He cites Plato and satellite photos and a bunch of other stuff. Any discrepancies he blames on Plato. Who you might remember died a few years back.
And besides, we discovered Atlanta ourselves, a long time ago. It was when we were driving to Florida. Atlanta was right on an interstate.
Oh, wait. Our mistake. He said Atlantis.
Which is a horse of a different color. (Sorry if we've reminded you of the Belmont Stakes.)
Second, a German dog shelter is having trouble finding a home for a dog with a funny haircut and moustache.
The dog's name is Adolf. He will answer to nothing else.
We had an uncle named Adolph. But he didn't run roughshod over several nations and try to rule the world.
We think he had something to do with horses. (Oops. Sorry again. Please don't cry.)
And finally for now, a German town has decided not to change its name, which translated means "puke."
The town was created when three villages merged. The townsfolk were given until the end of June to change it, according to the German media, but could think of nothing better. So the town remains "Puke."
Speaking of tossing your cookies, did anybody else feel sick Saturday when that horse Gallstone ran past our beloved Smarty?
We thought the only other horse that had a chance was Rock Hard Ten. And after his victory he would go on to star in porn movies and end up a pathetic drug abuser who would become the wrapping on a baseball that Barry Bonds would hit for his record-breaking 756th home run.
But we digress. Gallstone won. Smarty lost. Rock Hard Ten wilted on the turn.
And the Germans still are wacky.

Posted at June 07, 2004 12:11 PM