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Crashing a Float
Well, the folks in the Thursday Club probably ain't dumb. They know people come out to rummage on weekends! On a side note: what's with people that spend that early Saturday mornings going to various garage sales? Really? You'd rather find mismatched coffee mugs at 7 a.m. instead of sleeping in?— March 17, 2009 9:03 a.m.
Escorts & Engagements
Hanah Montana has had a boyfriend that is 20, while she was only 15. Insane that her parents, her people, and hell, the DA...doesn't go after him for statutory rape. It's one thing if she was 18 or 19, dating a 20 year old. But 15????? MsG...what's up with European guys wearing Speedos on the beaches? I'm fine with the women being topless in the UK, but I don't need to see men in Speedos.— March 17, 2009 9:02 a.m.
C is for Cookie
I wish someone would make cookie dough ice cream that was in chocolate, and not vanilla. I don't care for vanilla ice cream. Hey Ponzi, why weren't those things allowed in your house? We had lots and lots of soda, but could only have soda once a week (we called it "Coke night"). And cookies were distributed, only two per day. Luckily, my mom was a good cook. I just hated her putting mushrooms in everything.— March 17, 2009 12:49 a.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
MsG...why in the world didn't you tell them to get their kid in check? Whether they liked that or not, tough s*** for them! One of my pet peeves in life, is when people don't call others on their crap. I don't think people should just NOT invite people over any more. The second the kid did two things wrong, you should've stopped them, asked them if they can have their child behave a bit better. If they get upset, you can then say "Well, we don't want everything in our house destroyed, so if you guys wouldn't mind leaving now, we'd greatly appreciate that."— March 17, 2009 12:46 a.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Oh crap. You know more about cars than I do.— March 16, 2009 9:45 p.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Yeah, women know their metal. They don't know their cars. It was definitely a Jaguar. Because, that hood ornament, uh...was used (for her to hang onto, is what I meant). The song was "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake. I think the Cherry Pie video had other blonde vixens, though.— March 16, 2009 6:01 p.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
Okay, anti...I have to clarify how it went down with my friend Mae and her kid. I went to visit them in Colorado. We went into a restaurant, and the kid was screaming as we walked in, and so Mae handed him a mint from the dish. He took it, put it in his mouth, and spit it on the ground. He then wanted another one, which she unwrapped, and gave him. This went on, for about 5 mints. I casually said to her, "Uh...should we pick those up off the ground?" And she did. When we sat down at our table, the kid was throwing ice from the water. Mae just laughed, and would occasionally TRY to get him to stop. When he kept carrying on, her husband took him around the restaurant, carrying him and trying to entertain him. After we placed our orders, she asked the waiter for a cup of ice. I wasn't sure what for, until she hands it to her 2 year old, who promptly grabs some and throws it at my forehead. Granted, it's a big target... I said "Mae, maybe you should keep the ice away from him so he doesn't throw it around." She said, "He'll get bored if he's not throwing ice." Then, she let him run around the restaurant, by himself, and he went up to other tables. I could see some customers saying "oh, he's cute," and others saying "Ohhh, where did this kid come from? Whose kid is this?" I said "Mae, people are trying to eat. Maybe we should keep your son here." When we got back to their place, I was told I couldn't watch David Letterman, because if he hears any TV in the living room, he'll scream all night. Well, I read a magazine. And then he screamed, and I was told "Oh, he probably sees the light on. They then let him sleep in their bedroom. This, on top of them letting him in when they use the bathroom, or he'll stand by the door screaming. I said, NICELY, "I know at restaurants, it's probably hard to try and reign him in. But at home, that's the time to start setting some boundaries, a little discipline, so he learns he doesn't get to go into the bathroom when you're there. Or that others can watch the TV when he goes to bed." Well, she went off on me. "What the f*** do you know about kids? You don't know s***! He's just acting this way, because he has an ear infection." So, for the next few days, I didn't correct her on ANYTHING regarding her kid. Until we were at Berkley...and we couldn't eat our lunch without the kid screaming, and everyone in the restaurant having their meal ruined. And, I know when it's other tables that have a screaming child, I wish someone at that table would take the tyke outside. So I asked her, NICELY, if she could take him outside because everyone is looking at us. She said, "I don't give a S*** if everyone is looking at us. Babies cry!" I said, "I give a s***! So, am I taking him out in the stroller, or are you?" At which point, she took him outside. It went, uh...downhill from there.— March 16, 2009 3:31 p.m.
Escorts & Engagements
No. It's the name it's been for hundreds of years. A "beer belly". I think the reason "muffin top" became such a common phrase, was because sometimes women are wearing shirts that are short. And pants that hang down to show the thong. And instead, we see a roll of fat.— March 16, 2009 3:20 p.m.
A sampling of San Diego's vanity license plates
Two license plate updates: I was behind a blue Smart car in North Park. It had a plate that said ENSTYN. And, a friend of mine that's a cop once ran into Tony Gwynn at a gas station. His Mercedes had PADS 19.— March 16, 2009 3:16 p.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
No, MsG...you got your cars and metal bands wrong. Tawny was on the hood of a Jaguar, for her boyfriend David Coverdale's band Whitesnake. That Cherry Pie song was Warrant. And that was an awful song, with a lame double ententre.— March 16, 2009 8:40 a.m.