Friday, January 11, 2008

New York City opened it's first public pay toilet; well, if you don't count the Subway.

Yes, I know it was Mallory
Sir Edmund Hillary passed away in New Zealand. The funeral will be held in Auckland. Why? Because it’s there.


Nike shmiky
Nike is going to release the 23’rd edition of the Michael Jordan Air Jordan shoe. You can tell fans of the 44-year-old Jordan are getting up there. This year’s Air Jordan shoe is available in an orthopedic version.


Nike is going to release the 23’rd edition of the Michael Jordan Air Jordan shoe. You can tell fans of the 44-year-old Jordan are getting up there. This one is called the Back Hair Jordan.


Nike is going to release the 23’rd edition of the Michael Jordan Air Jordan shoe. You can tell fans of the 44-year-old Jordan are getting up there. This shoe is still made for dunking, but not basketballs, donuts.


Happy, happy New Year
A Danish study claims combining exercise and moderate drinking prolongs longevity, a study says just imagining exercising produces increased fitness and countless studies tout the heart benefits of drinking red wine. So there is my New Year’s resolution: I am going to sit around drinking red wine and think about working out.


This just out
Disgraced Olympic sprinter/steroids cheater, Marion Jones, was sentenced to six months in prison for lying to prosecutors about taking steroids. In a related story, Roger Clemens has just wet himself.



To Review:
P-Riots big over Jags, Hawks upsets the Pack, though I want the Bolts and take them and their points, the Colts are too much, and ’Boys over the G’ints but NY covers.

Sabes capice?



Since you asked:

Gotta admit, I, just now, dumped off our Christmas tree. We kept it up late because Virg’s folks were here and because it still looked and smelled great. Granted, we got it a tad late, about December 18th, but it was a champ. It was sad dropping it off at the tree dump. It is the closest modern man will get to dropping off the family mule at the glue factory.

Goodbye, ol’ Bessie Lou, you were a noble steed.


Oh my lord, I just found out Dr. Phil is a psychologist, not a psychiatrist. He can’t issue proscriptions. He’s like one of the schmucks who has a “doctorate” in philosophy who insists on being called Dr. So when they get on a plane and somebody starts choking and the flight attendant checks the manifest, goes over and asks them to help, they have to explain that they are as much of a real doctor as Dr. Seuss and, by then, the poor choking bastard is dead.

What a tool that Mr. Phil is.

How about this story? Two guys try to get their buddy’s social security check cashed, so when the bank teller tells them the person has to be there in person, they have to go get him. The problem? The guy has been dead for two days. They throw him into an office chair, and wheel him down the city sidewalks into the bank, with one of them holding his head up. They couldn’t cash the dead guy's check but they were able to get him a job at the DMV.

OJ Simpson is back in a Las Vegas jail. Good, now all I have to do is go to Las Vegas and get arrested for shop lifting. You see, sticking OJ with a shiv in jail is on my Bucket List.