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Don't Tase Me, Bro!
Your brother had a Pinto Station Wagon? Wow. My parents bought one of those for us to get around in when we were teenagers. Sold it when the hatchback one blew-up and killed those girls. I was out in the desert that is Arizona, coming back from Jerome with some friends. We stopped at a Dairy Queen, and in the parking lot was a Pinto wagon - 4X4. Yep, someone had fourby'd a Pinto wagon. We of course took a bunch of pictures. Something else to be truly thankful for. Rarely does anyone 4X4 cars anymore. I once saw a fourby'd Monte Carlo. Insane.— November 28, 2008 9:09 a.m.
Comedy Writers and Insane Siblings
The Ford Pinto and alternative fuel. Pinto Bean? It's a gas? Uh oh. Dangerously close to "fart humor!" Man, it IS hard to just come up with jokes! Your brother had a lot of guts to get up on stage and try to make people laugh. And I laughed at this - "I mean, the word "lubing" has probably never even been in a headline before." That's the kind of stuff Leno says that gets people chuckling. Not so much out and out jokes, but funny observations.— November 26, 2008 9:39 a.m.
Dick Rider wants competition, Mike Aguirre wants bankruptcy
Fumbler, are you the one that holds up the "SLOW" sign? I am referring to the folks that work in our finest city's institutions , such as the Tax Assessor's office. And the DMV. I am not knocking what the firemen are paid. Would you want someone with the typical attitude of a city worker putting out the fire on YOUR house?— November 25, 2008 12:20 p.m.
Stinkpen
I think I mentioned once that I saw them live at Iguana's down in TJ with The Rollins Band. Another free ticket scenario. Do you remember that place? Lots of great bands played there, and some had to because back then if you were too controversial you could not get a gig in a San Diego venue. The most disgusting public restroom I had ever seen in my life. The female fans were pigs!! Why the woman in line was crying and carrying on defies imagination, because even back then before they became popular I thought "these guys are a joke." Apparently, they have a rabid fan base. I loved Henry Rollins, though.— November 22, 2008 1:20 p.m.
A Teacher in the Hizzy
You have all overlooked (although some used) the true slang word that will be with us forever more. Cool. Be cool. Stay cool. That's cool.— November 22, 2008 1:01 p.m.
Party Poopers
Good manners dictate that you do not counter rudeness with more rudeness. The host and hostess acted properly, and the outcome should be no further invites to the guests that behaved so discourteously by bringing univited "guests". Ones that exhibit boorish behavior seldom understand even gentle attempts to guide them in the ways of decent social skills, and they are best left to fend for themselves. Alone.— November 22, 2008 9:48 a.m.
Dick Rider wants competition, Mike Aguirre wants bankruptcy
There is a movie scene from the late sixties, early seventies (I cannot remember for the life of me what movie) where the main character walks into the DMV and waits in line. When he finally gets to the front of the line, the lady behind the counter puts her "out to lunch" sign up and starts eating, totally ignoring the man. He says "hey lady" several times and she continues to ignore him. He finally gets fed up and screams "HEY FAT LADY!" at the top of his lungs to get her attention. That scene sums up to perfection what "customer service" is like at government facilities. Nothing has changed in 30 plus years.— November 22, 2008 9:32 a.m.
Stinkpen
When I first read about this, I thought "Mmm. A musician with a little class." Then I heard all the stories about people being treated like dirt for the priviledge of buying his wine. Why not just be nice and have a little fun with your fans? He is not a real vintaculturist. This guy's a "TOOL!" hahahahahaha— November 22, 2008 8:42 a.m.
Who’s the Diva?
Barf out! Gag me with a spoon! Please, someone explain the attraction. Why do people pay money to hear that donkey braying? My idea of torture is to be strapped to a chair and force fed Celine Dion until I confess sins I never committed. Blech.— November 20, 2008 12:22 p.m.
San Diego economists divided on how deep recession will be
Fred always gets it on the house.— November 17, 2008 9:41 a.m.