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I came home from work Tuesday night and the neighbor’s car was in her driveway. Wednesday morning I slept until 10. Because there were no dogs outside my window, barking.

Ahhhhhh.

I just saw the comment “datz ma last day of skool” on the Facebooks.

I had to physically get up and walk away before I replied, “Oh yeah? What fucking horrible school would that be?”

Old, old, old.

15 Horrible Firsthand Accounts From Charlie Sheen’s First Show In Detroit

Click that link and behold the big orange UT jersey on the lady in the first picture.

Come the fuck on, people.

Screencapped from the comments of this story. You didn’t click, did you? What if I said it was a story about a BDSM-fetish B&B in Collierville? Clickadoodledoooo!

Anyway, I’m sure Hillybob looks forward to the days when news outlets will be capable of reporting on every fucking mundane thing in the world AS IT IS HAPPENING.

I’ll be at Cooper-Young Festival Saturday with my camera. Men of Memphis, if you want your picture on my widely read and highly influential blog*, please wear your finest banana hammock and come find me**. I don’t want pictures of tube tops to be the only gratuitous game in town.

* this claim is in no way factual

** please do not actually do this, for the love of all that is holy and decent in this world

You guys, Tila Tequila has a new show on C-Span*, where she talks about history, politics, and world affairs, and gets a little wonky with legislation talk!

Check out these screencaps! I’ve included the closed captioning so you can get an idea of the show’s content!

Screencaps won’t do? Watch the trailer! But please do yourself a favor and turn on captioning.

(HT: FourFour)

*No, she doesn’t. She has a gossip blog. Which still makes me want to hurt myself.

I’ve already recounted this harrowing tale here at the BSMF blog.

The only thing I wish to add is this: Is there any irony in a band that’s straight edge and vegetarian and super into PETA encouraging its crowd to beat the shit out of each other? No irony? Just dumb? Okay.

Oh and one more thing. When I was recounting this story to my mom today, she was, of course, horrified (and relayed the story to my dad, who was ready to kick some Rise Against ass, of course) but also amused because she remembered when I was deep into the *alternative* music back in the mid-’90s, when moshing was really taking hold and getting popular, and I thought all that shit was so cool. She said she remembers the exact moment that I entered into snooty teenagerdom (we all left the same place one day and I walked exactly fifteen paces in front of my parents and pretended that they weren’t even there, heh).

I think she’s relieved that I’ve grown into such an old lady so quickly.

I am too.

Really? This again?

I said it in 2006 and I’ll say it again: Mandatory pop-culture training for police and security squads. AND REPORTERS.

At a McCain rally:

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Don’t take your 10-year-old to see Superbad. It is not, shall we say, a “family film.”