The bad news is, all the money is in his mausoleum.
The good news is, everybody arrives at 5:30 A.M.
The bad news is, everybody arrives at 5:30 A.M. (because geez freakin’ louise, in what universe does everyone arriving at 5:30 AM constitute good news?)
The good news is, that means you knock off by noon and are home in time to catch your soaps.
The bad news is, when you bend over to catch the soap, you discover that there’s company in the shower. :eek:
The good news is, you’re a better shower singer than they are.
The bad news is, the four buses, transporting the Massed Choirs Who Only Sing in Showers, have just pulled up.
The good news is,just about now, you realize you’ve forgotten to pack that “special” thing.
The bad news is, they did pack their “special things”.
The good news is, Erich can whip some sense into them…
The bad news is, ‘whipping some sense into them’ does not involve whipped cream.
The good news is, it does involve at least one cherry.
The bad news is, it involves Queen Kelly.
The good news is, you haven’t seen that film…
The bad news is, we’ve got a pirated copy of the film, and were all coming over to YOUR house for a marathon showing of it.
The good news is, darn, just had it a second ago, what, what, what, was it, oh yeah, those gingko pills are really working.
The bad news is, we ran out of gingko pills so we’re back on our mission to go visit Governor Quinn/
The good news is, we’ll bring chips.
The bad news is, that would be Ponch and Jon, and they’re none to happy about it.
The good news is, they’re too old to swing those nightsticks with any degree of force.
The bad news is, they’ve taken up running over people with police vehicles.
The good news is, I have lift my homw from the foundation, and am going to visit Eve with it…
The bad news is, you’re not allowed out in public with your “homw.”
The good news is, your “homw” is happy all alone with you in the basement.
The good news is, I lifted my home, as well as my homw, and am now safely cross-country.
The bad news is, I forgot that Eve doesn’t have a front yard…
The good new is that Eve doesn’t care.
The bad news is she secretly does…
[ I believe we’re off-track here. The bad news sentence should be first, followed by the good one, so that the next poster will complete it.]
The bad news is, you’re mileage was terrible.
The good news is, you had better insulation than almost avery other vehicle on the roads.
The bad news is, your turning radius was terrible.
The really bad news is, your turning radius is nonexsistant.
The good news is, your 15 minutes away from NYC…
The bad news is you only have 5 minutes worth of gas
The good news is with the momentum you have, you will coast for another 10 minutes.
The bad news is, we don’t let anything that won’t turn get too close to us anymore (we remember 
), and we shoot your ass into next week with missiles.
The good news is, next week is a good TV week.
The bad news is, all the new show premieres will be preempted by video of you getting blown up shown over and over and over and over.
The good news is, Fox has decided to start working on a midseason replacement entitled “When Good News/Bad News Threads Go Bad,” and they’re hiring us to do color commentary.