The sky above my bbq island at Grill-thirty.


In a recent interview, Levi Johnston said that Sarah Palin could never handle the responsibility of being president unlike how he can handle the responsibility of being a parent for his son, Trent. Levi was then reminded his son's name is Tripp.


According to witnesses, Bernie Madoff's wife, Ruth, got loud, upset and ugly with her California Pizza Kitchen waiter who would not accept Ruth's expired coupons. If they aren't careful, people are going to start to think the Madoffs aren't very nice people.


A woman in Florida was accidentally shot in the leg when the woman in the public bathroom stall next to her dropped her gun. It is the ugliest incident to ever happen in a public bathroom that did not involve Idaho Senator Larry Craig.

That has to be the most painful bathroom discharge since, well, the Octomom.

Since you asked:

It is Brett Favre's right to come and go as much as he chooses in the NFL if they will take him. Just as it is my right to be frickin' sick to death of Brett Favre and all of his alleged comebacks.

Now that he has done his time, it is also Michael Vick's right to comeback if some team wants him. Just like it is my right to never watch a single down of his if he does play.

Two distinct types of Americans piss me off. The first are the ones who shout from the rooftops that America is the greatest country in the world. America truly is a great, great country, but who has the authority to proclaim it the very best? We have too much gunfire and obesity, poverty and poor education to spout that statement.

The other Americans who piss me off are the ones who assume everything European is automatically better than everything American. Those snotty weasels are wrong too.

But I have to say, either drinking Mont Gay Bahamian rum with coconut water and lime, or sipping a red wine while watching the Tour De France and the British Open, I am feeling quite the cosmopolitan.

And I had a burrito for lunch, so . . .