Stolen from the archives of one of my favorite blogs,
An Entirely Other Day:

“So there’s this over-weight 45-year-old woman
standing in line at Rite-Aid. She’s wearing
leopard-skin tights, and waiting to buy a
twelve-pack of beer and one of those backyard
Tiki torches.

And people say Americans aren’t subtle.”

9:13 a.m.

This site is crack in a little HTML vial. Hot or Not uploads photos of people and asks you to rate their looks on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m inexplicably mezmerized. With each click my brain gets heavier and duller until it takes me half an hour just to realize that I need to pee. Just…one…more…,…just…two..more.

Anyway, try it once. All the cool kids are doing it. You can stop whenever you want.

10:19 a.m.

This blog is my new best friend. I stole this from An Entirely Other Day:

“The high school near my house recently started
smelling like sperm. Two possible reasons
spring to mind:

  • There are these trees surrounding the
    parking lot — big carob trees, Ceratonia
    siliqua — and in the Fall their fruit drops
    and starts to rot. One popular description
    of the resulting smell is “human
    ejaculant.”
  • The students are back on campus.I’m not sure which theory disturbs me more.”

    4:42 p.m.

  • Kid Rock is suing his wife for child support payments because she wants visitation rights with their son. The guy isn’t exactly struggling, but I agree with his reasoning. Mr… Rock has had custody of the boy for the last five years and says he wants the mother to “take some responsibility.” Listen, when someone who calls himself Kid Rock has to tell you to take some responsibility for your own offspring, it’s time to reassess.

    12:27 p.m.