Weekend update?  Sure, why not ( Read more... )

Which is even more obvious now that I am actually feeling better.  All that remains of my crippling Jerusalem flu is a hacking cough and the sniffles, both of which are stiffled by using copious amounts of heroin...I mean DayQuil.  I keep getting those confussed, which just makes the Duane Reade people angry and all "I'm calling the cops!"

But yeah ( Read more... )

Man, what a fabulous weekend I had. Why you may ask? Or you don't ask, and simply you read on, assuming I am going to tell you. Well that is awfully, um, well, assuming of you. How do you know I am not going to leave it at the announcement of my great weekend, and leave the rest up to your imagination of what could have/did happened, while I ( Read more... )

So I heard in the news this morning that someone from the celebrity comunity is voicing that they feel bad for Michael Richards. Can you guess who? Give up? Mel Gibson. Mel mothafuckin Gibson. If you find yourself in a situation where you are outed as a racist, the last person you want standing on your side is Mel Gibson. I mean, I am in no ( Read more... )

They did the mash ( Read more... )

You can see Blue Water rising HIGHER and HIGHER! What's funny about that is that I was on White Fire, yes I remember that song, and not the one from my team. St. Elmo's Fire is catchy, even when the lyrics are changed ( Read more... )