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Blogging for SPAM
(also, great line nan about "denying spam heritage")— November 5, 2009 1:13 a.m.
Blogging for SPAM
I've never had Ramen noodles either. My brother, back when he smoked pot like it was going out of style, would come home and cook those Ramen packages. The ones that they sell for a quarter. And it always smelled gross. Or maybe it was just the idea that he was drunk and wasted, and he smelled gross...and the smell of those cooking noodles just added to the disgusting atmosphere of the kitchen.— November 5, 2009 1:12 a.m.
The "How to Get Out of a Traffic Ticket" Blog
Magics...I can't remember the year, or if I still lived with my folks then. I think I did. But, they were concerned, if memory serves, because my younger sister had just turned 16 and was driving, working, and coming home late.— November 5, 2009 1:07 a.m.
Sneakers, Mullets, and Tom Selleck Moustaches
The difference is...anti brags about not paying back her student loan for court reporting. Whereas I did. Of course, anti doesn't like this country for many reasons. I guess one isn't that you can get a student loan and study a profession (and if the time comes, just decide not to pay it back and claim bankruptcy or whatever).— November 5, 2009 12:28 a.m.
Wee for a Wii -- Weeee! for attorneys
WEE UPDATE: reports are stating that the reason that child was able to describe certain parts of Michael Jackson being discolored, is because Jackson apparently liked to urinate in front of people. I guess that's better than child molestation, but...— November 5, 2009 12:23 a.m.
Annoying Airline Passengers and Dead Celebs in Commercials
I'm having some other computer problems so...when I take this thing in for fixin', I'll probably have that taken care of. DAVID SPADE UPDATE: I just saw him, and Chris Farleys brother, on a show talking about the commercial. It made a little more sense, since neither of them feel it was so bad to do. I still think Spade should've passed on it, but the fact that Farleys family doesn't mind this and feels like it's more a tribute to "Tommy Boy" then exploiting a dead relative...well, it's hard to argue with the family on these matters.— November 5, 2009 12:22 a.m.
The "How to Get Out of a Traffic Ticket" Blog
magics: sorry to hear about your loss. Regarding Cleophus Prince, during that time, he spent the night on my cul-de-sac. Parkdale Place, in Mira Mesa. One of the neighbors told my parents, that there was a man sleeping in his car. The license plate was written down. He left in the early morning. Police told us later, it was him.— November 5, 2009 12:19 a.m.
The "How to Get Out of a Traffic Ticket" Blog
I mentioned Cab Calloway because that's exactly who the cop looked like! Also, I wasn't "bragging" about beating the system. Just telling a story. I do a daily blog, and like to mix it up with stuff other than wacky news stories and my take on them. I won't address the other racial stuff, because it's been done to death. And I've found nobody wants to listen to the other side. They just end up resorting to name calling.— November 5, 2009 12:17 a.m.
Take Me Out to the Dentist
Freezing them? You guys are really trying to tick off your dentist, aren't you? What about Abba zabbas? I never tried one, but loved the design/logo.— November 4, 2009 9:39 p.m.
The "How to Get Out of a Traffic Ticket" Blog
Isn't that odd, to get a ticket from the police, after having a ticket to see the Police. Anywhoooo...wanna hear something funny, Rino 911? Well, the cop that gave me the ticket for making that illegal turn downtown? He was a tiny African American officer, with his hair all relaxed, and he had this bizarre pencil thin mustache. He looked like Cab Calloway. And he was screaming at me. It was insanity. I wanted to say "cool down, my man." He was literally jumping up and down (and stood about 5'7"...aren't there height requirements?) He said "Would you go the wrong way down the freeway?" And I literall laughed and said "What does that have to do with anything?" He responded, "well, you made a left turn you weren't allowed to make." To which I said "Yeah...well, not down the wrong way of a street. My light was green, and there was no oncoming traffic. It was safe." No playing the race card, Rino. It's an easy card to play, and it really just sets race relations back.— November 4, 2009 9:38 p.m.