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Escorts & Engagements
Hey...nothing wrong with the name Candy. Both Springsteen and Iggy Pop, have great songs about women called Candy. Bow Wow Wow does that nice cover of the Strangeloves "I Want Candy." And of course, not nearly as bad a name as Anne Heche, the latest star to name her kid something crazy. I can't remember it at the moment, though. I have to say though, Fred, I highly recommend a career in politics. The job security is amazing. I mean, look at that Rob Blogdovoavichwitchvich, or whatever his name is. He got involved in that scandal, and now gets a six-figure book deal. Then there's Marion Berry. He got arrested for smoking crack. And, he got re-elected again, and again, and again. And what's the latest on him? Well, he hasn't paid his taxes in about 9 years, so he's in trouble for that. This, after being on probation previously for not filing a tax return. And let's not forget about George W. Bush. He got elected to a second term!!! Really? How in the heck did that happen? Candy has my vote already.— March 23, 2009 9:29 a.m.
Sexting
Well, to be honest with you, the comment you made didn't make me laugh. Because, it brought back a horrid memory. When I first started in radio, I had the coolest program director on the planet (PDs are the bosses in radio, just in case you didn't know). He reminded me of Woody Allen (his look, and the way he acted). Well, he went for a big job at an LA radio station, and we had this PD for a few months (he got fired, and while he worked with us, he was suing the station in Michigan that fired him). He would come up with ideas for our morning show, a few times a week. They were always awful. And if we didn't want to do them, he'd get angry and take it personally. But, when you're writing "comedy" you throw a lot of stuff of each other, most of it not good. At that time, he wanted us to read poetry on the air for national poetry day (we were a hard rock/heavy metal station). Well, during a presidential campaign, he thought it would be funny to have listeners call up and debate. He said "I have the best name for it guys. The Master Debaters." Sadly, it was the best idea he ever had for our morning show.— March 23, 2009 12:16 a.m.
Bowling for Dollars
I have such a weird style. When I throw the ball, I put my whole body into it, because I want there to be a lot of pin action. Although, I'm not spinning the ball much with my wrist, so I don't get all that much pin action. And, for me to get a ball big enough to put my fingers in, they're usually really heavy. I want lighter balls with bigger holes (I think there's an AC/DC song in there somewhere).— March 23, 2009 12:10 a.m.
Escorts & Engagements
Ummm...okay. Hey, just a heads up. Earlier in this thread, I believe people requested I go to a party thrown by the PB Millionaire. Well, I went to one for St. Patty's Day. It'll be a few Crashers down the pipe line.— March 23, 2009 12:08 a.m.
Neither Had a Monkey
I'll be looking forward to it, magic. Give me the heads up a few weeks in advance. Hey Laura, that's so funny you say that. At the party, I was laughing every time Mr. Peepers jumped on someone. I was calling him "goat boy" and my girlfriend kept correcting me. When she saw the article she said, "I told you he wasn't goat boy." I had no clue who goat boy even was, after she tried described him to me. Well, then we went and saw the comedian that played him (Jim Breuer). He did a little of it onstage, and I still didn't remember the character. Anyway, I'll be looking forward to the 80s movie characters theme bash.— March 23, 2009 12:04 a.m.
Men vs. Women in Sports
Wait a second...no women posting on here, telling me I'm a chauvinist pig? Damn, this thread disappointed— March 22, 2009 8:53 p.m.
Bowling for Dollars
Well Julie, if I was really into it, I would've done a bunch of parody songs. Stone songs that incorporated bowling. But, I was satisfied with everyone in the league saying we had the coolest shirts (which was great, considering we had the worst team). And...all this bowling talk got my girlfriend and I to hit the East Village lanes this afternoon. Wow...I just barely cracked Obama's score!— March 22, 2009 8:52 p.m.
Escorts & Engagements
Well antigeek...I refrained from really getting involved in this one, because something about that post strikes me as bogus. What you have to realize on blogs, just like with Jerry Springer or calls to Love Line and things of that nature...people also throw bogus stuff out there. And the way that story reads, strikes me as bogus. I just don't see a teenager seeing an article like this, and deciding to "download" it, and then deciding to become an escort. The connection doesn't make sense. It strikes me more as just something completely bogus, so the topic changes. Or, who knows what else. Could be someone that works for the company that released the book. It could be a woman that just wants attention. Who knows, but I highly doubt the situation is real. And if it is, I think it's easy enough to explain to your kid why that's not the best profession to go into (the health benefits alone are terrible!). But it does remind me of this oldie but goodie: A family comes out of their church service one Sunday morning. The Catholic nun says, "You're such a cute young girl, Susie. How old are you now? 10, right? What do you want to be when you grow up." The girl says, "I want to be a prostitute!" The nun, upon hearing this, faints (it's what nuns do). When the nun comes to, the girl is crying and in hysterics. She apologizes to the nun, and explains to her "My mom told me what a prostitute actually does and how horrible a life it is. I have decided that being a prostitute isn't what I want to do when I grow up." The nun, sounding relieved, says "Oh, that's great! A prostitute. I thought you said a PROTESTANT." (and now, all the way from Osh Kosh, Wisconsin,we have a comedian who's been bumped from The Tonight Show three times...)— March 22, 2009 8:50 p.m.
Sexting
All I know is...very rarely do I have debates with men, where they storm off. With women, there can be crying, insults, and punches thrown. And that's them at me!!!!! And, it's not ALL women, but about 90% of the women I've met, at some point an argument has caused them to cry. Either one with me, or someone else, and I witnessed it. Here's an example on the difference between men and women: When I was working overnights at the post office, a good looking woman, looked just like Beyonce, starts working there. All the guys liked her (for obvious reasons), and all the women hated her. For reasons, that...didn't really make sense, as she was nice to EVERYONE. A week later, this good looking guy started working there. About 6'3", looked like a better looking version of Keanue Reeves. All the women liked him (as he was nice), and guess what? All the guys liked him, too. He was a good working, knew a lot about football, and was a great guy. Why is it women couldn't like the pretty woman, because they were "threatened" or whatever it was (and most of them were married or in relationships anyway, so it shouldn't matter what kind of male attention that gal was getting). THis is why I feel the way I do on issues.— March 22, 2009 4:01 p.m.
Escorts & Engagements
Make sure your daughter also realizes, that it's not glamirous, the way they may show in a movie like Pretty Woman, or America Gigilo (or whatever that Richard Gere movie was called...hey, he was in both those movies, weird coincidence). Make sure she knows there would be the occasional guy that beats her, or doesn't pay her. Maybe knocks a tooth out. You could go on and on down this path. Maybe rent a movie that shows the scuzzy side of prostitution. Try "Hustle and Flow". And, if your daughter tries to say "Well, I don't want to be a prostitute like that. They're making $25 in the backseat of a car in the south. I want to be one of the high-end call girls." You can explain that it doesn't work like that.— March 22, 2009 12:13 p.m.