Rick Santorum is the GOP Frontrunner, which means it’s time for American Women to consider The Burka. In the worldview of Rick Santorum, Pre-Natal Care is a One-Way Ticket to Abortion, contraception goes against God’s Will, and yet, Viagra, “The … finish reading On Fat Tuesday, Gregor Shows The Media His Tits
My first experience in a professional kitchen was in 1994 at Gordon Restaurant. Day one, walking in the kitchen, my job was prepping Lobsters. Lobster must be cooked live. That’s right, my career started with murder. This was a hard … finish reading Confessions Of A Serial Killer…Of Lobsters!
Sarah Palin is understandably furious. As the keynote speaker at CPAC, she clearly expected to be the lead story all weekend. But fate had other plans. As fate would have it, Sarah Palin was out diva’d by Whitney Houston. On … finish reading And The Grammy For Lifetime Underachievement Goes To…Whitney Houston!
Welcome to Backwards Land. Population 6.7-Billion. 1% Rich. 99% Poor. There are games on Sundays. There are wars every day of the week, even Sundays. Beware of Sleepwalkers. After a dazzling performance as Madonna’s sidekick at The Super Bowl, MIA … finish reading MIA’s Middle Finger To Indifference
What an incredible week on the blog. Thanks to everyone who commented. It was fun, even when the comments dried-up. And the fun stopped. Happy Birthday to the oldest daughter of my college roommate, Vinny Vegas. In the blink of … finish reading Oy Vey Wrap Up. February 3, 2012.
We The People have become We The Poor. We The Poor have become We The Very Poor. We The Very Poor would like to make a formal announcement, as formal as you can make your announcement, when you happen to … finish reading The Very Poor
Even though they’re every bit as sexy, Brussels Sprouts get dissed like Taylor Swift at the Grammys. It’s a problem of perception. Remember those Brownish Green Beans in the can? The ones Mom used to serve? “Yuk!” That is to … finish reading Brussels Sprouts For Taylor Swift
In the late 70’s, when Greg and Joey first discovered their peckers, and the wonder of ejaculation, I was making a few bucks in the home building business. A Junket Company got my name. They invited me to Vegas. It … finish reading “Marker!”
“You need help,” my brother told me at the end of a recent argument. “Please, before it’s too late, trust me. Get help.” He’s right. It’s hard to hear, but I know he’s right. So I’m taking a mediation course … finish reading HELP!