I Regret Buying an Ipad

By Omar 

Like you, I am not extremely handsome or intelligent. To get along in this world I have developed ways to make myself appear more attractive. While in the past I may have only dated women, that is only because so far no man will take me.

One of the "tricks" I have discovered in my life has been to buy expensive products that other sane and rational people would never get. Then I flaunt said product as to garner the attention I would otherwise not receive. This practice is the only reason that at 28 I am not a virgin. My first time was made possible by purchasing a FUBU book bag with a special compartment built-in for a baseball hat. Looking back, I'm not sure how it worked, but thank God it did!

Recently a new product came out by Apple called the Ipad. Somehow I was able to look beyond the menstruation jokes and decide that if I did not buy this product my life would forever be empty due to my grotesque appearance and lack of social networks. I knocked a couple of grandmothers over for their change and then charged them for protection money. Afterward, I was able to sell enough crack, bought with the old geezers' money to purchase an Ipad.

When I got it in the mail I absolutely flipped. I was so excited until I realized that I couldn't actually use it until I got a computer. A few more mugged elderlies later, my Ipad is up and running on my Mac Mini. While there are a few things I like about the Ipad (Netflix, Pandora, Pornhub, Installous), the negatives far outweigh the positives. For one, People are constantly stopping me on the street and asking if they can play with it. Now, don't get me wrong, I have been waiting my entire life for this very situation to happen to me. Sadly, the "it" in my dreams and the "it" they are referring to are completely different in size shape and ability to distribute liquids.

I now spend most of my time watching people play with my Ipad. The responses I get from people is uninspiring. It's as if everyone was given scripts, yet none were told that they are reading for the same part: obnoxious stranger #973. Each first asks if the device I am holding is an Ipad. Afterwards they say either, "Wow, what is that like, a big Ipod touch?" Usually I remark that yes it is a huge ipod touch just like their bathtub is just a small pond. Usually the person then starts to make a run for it with my Ipad. Luckily, Apple made an app for that, its called Ishoot. While it costs me a fraction of what the Ipad costs me, I find myself using this app more than I do my Ipad. Sadly, I have about four bodies on Ishoot with a few more accidental injuries that I'd rather not discuss, i.e Plaxico, and Cheddar Bob.

There may be a plethora of awesome things to do on the Ipad, the warrants I have received for my arrest does in no way make up for its good qualities. I just wish I knew somebody who would want to buy this from me. Do you know anyone?

One Week in Entertainment with Glenn

By Glenn 

This has been one of the most exciting weeks in entertainment, if you count the World Cup as "entertainment." I know I was entertained - more entertained - by it than I was the newest happenings with Kendra or Bill Pullman. They were married to each other this week and Kendra will star as Vivica Fox's character in the remake of Independence Day coming out in summer 2011.

Mel Gibson and his ex-girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva are fighting over their baby daughter. I thought it was about custody but it turned out to be about whether to raise her as an anti-semite.

Mark-Paul Gosselaar, of Saved by the Bell and NYPD Blue fame, is filing for divorce from his wife. I was shocked to find out the wife isn't Tiffany Amber Theissen! It's Lark Vorhees, daughter of Jason Vorhees.

Kendra, the only mentally retarded person to have her own show on E!, is celebrating her one year wedding anniversary. Her gift registry is available on Toys 'r' Us's website.

Britney Spears and Kevin Federline both ended up in the same place for their son's preschool graduation. I think it's really sweet that they can put aside their differences for the sake of their young child. There's no joke to tell here.

Finally, and most interestingly, Landon Donovan the American soccer hero from this week's game against Algeria might be reconciling with his wife. It's too early to say if it's because of his winning goal and much too early to say if it will take another US victory for them to fully reconcile, but if you needed another reason you root for America, there it is. AMERICA PLEASE WIN THE WORLD CUP TODAY!

KTz Movie Preview Reviewz

By Katy 



Grown Ups (Rated PG-13 for audiences too young to realize half these comedians are unamusing... I'm talkin' to you Rob Schneider and David Spade).

Grown Ups Theatrical Trailer

My Synopsis: Five friends come together after years of growing up to attend the funeral of their old, dead, beloved basketball coach. They're SUPER good friends, though they haven't bothered to keep up with each other in the least, so when they get back together they all act like twelve-year-olds, cuz that's just what happens when you hang out with friends you had when you were twelve. They celebrate dead coaches and do Fourth of July stuff while being absolutely hilarious by farting and using "dirty" language. Rob Schneider kills himself after watching Chris Rock actually make people laugh. His mind is literally blown.

My Take I had some hope for this movie when I heard Chris Rock and Kevin James were in it. Kevin James hasn't actually been funny in any movie he's ever done (I think, I haven't seen any of them), but I have a special place in my heart for his Comedy Central stand-up special Sweat the Small Stuff. I'd like to think he's actually somewhat amusing in this film. Then I saw Rob Schneider and David Spade and my mind was pretty much made up that the only way I'm seeing this movie is through the eyes of the highest girl in Iowa. Even then, it's super unlikely.


Stay tuned later this week for a special Eclipse movie preview review.

And by special I mean, sorry for wasting your time in advance.

Good Morning Michael Jackson

By Keelin 



Good morning to everyone here on earth and in heaven. And by those in heaven, I of course mean Michael Jackson, who died one year ago today. (Unless he's secretly still alive as some YouTube videos suggest). Those of you who were alive one year ago may remember the devastation that gripped America upon the passing of this cultural icon. Those of you not alive a year ago probably can't read this anyway, so your value to society and this website is marginal at best.

Michael Jackson entertained the world for decades with his singing, dancing, and dermatology. And the anniversary of his death has hit us hard once again. In Denver, a polar bear named Frosty died of grief yesterday ("grief" is the lay term for "renal disease"). Mariah Carey, meanwhile, is dealing with this loss by buying all of Michael Jackson's old furniture and festooning it with butterflies and glitter. She read about this treatment in the DSM-IV.

Today's MJ Weather Forecast




Unfortunately, it's impossible to know the weather forecast because all the news networks are playing montages of Michael Jackson's videos on an endless loop. I'd say it looks kind of overcast right now, but I can't be sure since repetitive listening of "Thriller" has dulled my analytical abilities.

Today's MJ Fact




Unless you are Joe Jackson, there is probably nothing about Michael Jackson that you don't already know.

Today's MJ Prediction



You will see at least one guy dressed as Michael Jackson on your way to work. A little part of you will die inside.

Scam Bait - Tears for Cheers Coalition




By Bub 




From: FROM UN
Subject: WINNING APPROVAL PAYMENT CODE:(511) FROM UN AND WORLD BANK


Our Ref: UN/EU/CITIBANK/511

WORLD BANK GROUP AND UNITED NATION ORGANIZATION do hereby give this irrevocable approval order with Release Code: GNC/3480/02/00 in your favor for your contract entitlement/award winning payment with the UNITED NATION to your nominated bank account. Now you’re new Payment,United nation Approval No;UN5685P,White House Approved No:WH44CV, Reference No.-35460021, Allocation No: 674632 Password No: 339331 , Pin Code No: 55674 and your Certificate of Merit Payment No : 103 , Released Code No: 0763; Immediate Citibank Telex confirmation No: -1114433 ; Secret Code No: XXTN013, Having received these vital payment number , therefore You are qualified now to received and confirm Your payment with the United Nation immediately within the next 72hrs.

As a matter of fact, you are required to Deal and Communicate only with MR ANDREW WOLLEY, DIRECTOR INTERNATIONAL REMMITTANCE CITIBANK OF UNITED KINGDOM, with the help and monitory team from the CITIBANK OF NEW YORK which is our official remitting bank, Committee On Foreign Payment Matters in United Nation, has look up to make sure you receive your fund valued $8.3m. So contact:MR ANDREW WOLLEY on his contact information,Direct Citibank Telephone No +44-7045700247, Cell/mobile +44-7031899725 or cell/mobile +44-Fax Number:870 28 7323, Email:andrewwolley3425@aol.com for immediate release of your contract/inheritance/Award Winning claim Be informed that you are not allowed to correspond with any person or office anymore, You are required to send bellow informati

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SIR FRANK PETERSON.
(CHAIRMAN COMMITTE ON FOREIGN CONTRACT/AWARD WINING PAYMENT UNITED
NATION AND USA GOVERNMENT).

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Dear World Bank Group and United Nation Organization, Mr Andrew Wolley, and Sir Frank Peterson,

I am honored to be named the winner of the UN and World Bank prize. I know there were many other worthy candidates - Mohamed Yunus, Aung San Suu Kyi, Kei$ha; and more controversial candidates - Omar al Bashir, Tony Haywood, Dennis Rader, etc. I am proud to be mentioned along with such renowned/hated names. As part of my work with the Tears for Cheers Coalition I have toiled unrecognized for the greater good and sometimes I wonder if I actually do any good at all. Thanks to this long-deserved reward, I know that any damages or casualties that have resulted from my public service have instantly been subjected to legal immunities, and have been forgotten.

As you are well aware, I serve as the CEO and Board of Directors of the unregistered 401(c)3 not-for-profit organization, Tears for Cheers Coalition (T4CC). I have committed myself to the work of gathering tears of rich westerners to sell as drinking water in remote areas of the third world. Tears, of course, are not as nourishing or hydrating as real water, but in many instances they are tastier. And tears, unlike the Ebola infested well-water they drink in the non-aligned countries, will not kill them because they are all already infected with AIDS.

These literal beggars cannot be choosers. I have in fact reached agreements with the governments of Equatorial Guinea, Guinea, Guinea Bissau, Guinea McCarthy, and the breakaway Nigerian republic of Biafra to criminalize the refusal by beggars of donated tears in exchange for some good or service. We do not ask for much, and are happy to accept even the most modest of sex acts, or meekest of children as payment. The children we receive as payment become upwardly mobile by becoming the first in their family to be gainfully employed - in one of our nine tear factories throughout Africa and Asia. We use these childrens' unclean tears to dilute the pure western tears in order to make our resources last longer and save more lives.

Our methods of tear extraction are among the most humane in the tear extraction business. Unlike our predecessors we have discontinued the use of physical torture devices such as the iron maiden, the spinal tap, and the metallica, in favor of non-physical tear inducing methods. For our third world factories, we translate Morrissey records to the childrens' native tongues and play them on loop as we show them pictures of their family members that have died of dehydration after ingesting tears as a substitute for water. For our western donors, we simply show them video of what transpires in our third world factories.

Once the children reach adulthood they have attained valuable crying skills that will help them cope with whatever soul-crushing forced servitude they choose/are sold into as a career.

As you are aware, the work we do is vital to the lives of millions, if not billions worldwide. Which is why I humbly accept your prize and donate all the proceeds back to T4CC. I choose to accept this offer even under your Draconian stipulation that I will not be allowed to make contact with any person or office anymore. I am willing to make that sacrifice if it means that it will put even one more frown on an underprivileged child's face. Thanks to my generous act we will now be able to hire a team of Quechua and Aymara speaking Morrissey translators in order to reach out to the untapped Amazonian tear market. We will not stop until the day a Zimbabwean boy has the luxury of crying at the death of a pop star, or a Bhutanese girl can weep openly because her mom read the AIM chat transcripts between her and her boyfriend. When that day comes, tears will become universally superfluous, and we will become trillionaires. God bless the crying children of the world.

Tears and Cheers,
Bub

One Year In Texas Talk 6-23-10

By Nate 



One Year In Texas Talk is an answering machine we have set up to our OYIT hotline. Please call in and leave an anonymous message. If we deem it worthy, it will show up in this weekly piece. Tell us what's on your mind. It doesn't even have to pertain to the website!

Vuvuzelas need to buzz off!

Hi, yeah, Texas Talk? I'm concerned about the vuvuzela things that them African people are blowing during the world cup. Now this aint about what you think. Sure they're a bother, but that's not my complaint. If you were a St. Louis Cardinal's fan during the 2005 National Championship when they played the Houston Astros you already know how annoying the bee buzzing sound can be. No, I'm more concerned about bee swarm awareness and readiness. See, I'm a bee farmer. Now when I hear a swarm of bees coming at me -- first I thank God that the bees are coming back and not disappearing -- then I run for the nearest bee suit. I know what an angry swarm of bees sound like! But after this world cup, what if a swarm of angry bees attacks a kid's league soccer game? All them soccer moms are going to look around excited to see what cheer squad soccer mom brought a mess vuvuzelas for their team only to watch in terror as her son or daughter's team and the people in the stands are attacked by bees! We need to ban these things pronto!

Does this answer your question?

Hey, d'y'all print cuss words? If'n ya do, then FUCK! hehehehehehe

Listen up, machos: stop running over turtles!

I know that I should not be the only person who is sick and tired of seeing dead turtles on the highways where these machos think they have to run over them. First of all, the turtles pull themselves back into their shells as soon as the road vibrates and there is nothing slower than something that stops, yet you still have to run over them. If this makes you feel macho, I fell sorry how your life must be. This is pathetic. It is a poor, defenseless creature. Do you know how long it takes to get to the size of one that you are killing? And I know I am not the only one, and yes, this really aggravates me. This is plain inhuman. Thank you.

No, that was Ralph Nader, and I think you actually want anarchy.

Yes, this in reference to Stop Texting and Driving. How in the world do they know that I am texting if they are paying attention to their own driving? That is the scary part. How about you pay attention to what you are doing and not what someone else is doing, and you want to talk about people talking on cell phones, you are probably one who wanted them to make us wear seat belts. Now because of you, we have to wear seat belts. And you probably will want me to stop smoking in my car next. I think we live in a democracy, not an anarchy, so get your nose out of everybody's business, keep your eyes on the road, and pay attention to what you are doing and not what someone else is doing. Thank you. Also, I will be texting when I want to.

Is that last sentence a racial slur or a death threat?

The disaster in the Gulf is bad enough with just the oil leak, but now that BP and our government has decided to burn the oil, it is sad enough with the leak, now they intend to pollute the atmosphere and spread the disaster in a global fashion. What are these idiots thinking? The atmosphere circulates the whole globe. That has been proven when sand from the Sierra and dust from China coming to America, South America, Canada, you see where I am going with this. What kind of rank amateurs are deciding what to do in the Gulf? Plug the leak and get somebody down there that knows how to clean the mess up. President Obama, you are just as burned as that post hole is going to be.

Oil, What is it Good For? Absolutely Everything

By Bobby Langston 

BP has recently come under fire for spilling a bit of oil in the Gulf of Mexico. Who hasn't spilled? I know that I have spilled milk while eating at a restaurant. Did I cry over it? Heck no. Why are all these bleeding hearts shedding tears like a dying cat sheds its graying hair? Perhaps they never heard the adage about milk to which I just alluded.

Oil is our economic blood. If we cut off the blood supply we will die. Now, I know that a lot of great men have died, among them George Washington, but I do not think that this is what we want. We need to keep our economy going strong like it was when George W. Bush was the Commander-in-Chief. This Obama screwball has it more mixed up than an epileptic's martini.

The CEO of BP, Tony Hayward, recently came under fire for attending a yacht race. I say, so what! Everybody has to unwind, and this is the way Hayward chose to blow off a little steam. I want this man thinking clearly when he is devising ways to reduce the cost of oil. A relaxed CEO is an effective CEO.

Some of these leftist yahoos want to "reduce our dependency on foreign oil." These liberal buffoons want the air and the sun to power the Earth. Who is going to make money off of that? You cannot own the wind or sun like you can own oil. You have to make oil, you do not make sunshine, God does. What, are we going to pay God? That guy already has tons of money, and of course the bleeding hearts want to take it all from him through taxes and give it to those who are too lazy to get a job. Jobs are everywhere, just go to McDonald's and tell them to give you one!

Now I do not mean to be skirting the issues, skirts are for women and I'm no lady. This oil spill has the tree hugging hippies all up in arms. Look, the ocean is a big place and that Mother Nature lady you folks are always going on and on about is going to take care of this oil. BP does not want their oil in the ocean, they want it in your car after you overpay for it.

BP has done everything they could, and with great haste, to contain this oil spill. If President Obama was not too busy trying to figure out how to raise our taxes until we have no money for our children, maybe this oil spill would have been taken care of before the end of April. I say point the blame where it belongs, not at Tony Hayward but at your President Obama.

GOOD MORNING [KTz Back Edition]

By Katy

Remember when I used to write good mornings but they were entirely too boring save my movie reviewz? Well, I'm here every Wednesday to bring you more mundane updates on everything in life ever. Excited?! YOU BETTER BE. IT'S WEDNESDAY IN TEXAS.

Today's Shitty Whiskey:

  • Old Overholt; Straight Rye Whiskey




  • I just had a sip of this whiskey. Yes, I know it's early, but since my grandmother refuses to dictate my articles after the whole HK Transcription Fiasco of 'One-Zero I'm having to sell my taste buds out to whatever Cedar Rapids drunkard with a 56K modem or better will have me. Plus, it's Wednesday, and Wednesday is "Hump Day." On "Hump Day" people drink to forget that they still have two more days of work left. What do they drink? Hopefully anything ever not resembling this fourteen dollar rye whiskey.

    Today's Buffy Angel Fan Vid:

    Whiskey Lullaby



    I know how much everyone who reads OYIT likes Buffy Angel and Allison Kraus, so I took the time to share this Buffy Angel Fan Vid with you guys to help you get through the day. It's about the dangers of whiskey and vampires impossibly ancient gods. If you plan on watching Buffy Angel, don't watch this video.

    Today's Not-So-Funny-Kind-Of-Confusing-Whiskey-Related Joke:


    -Mouse 1: "I can drink a whole glass of whiskey"

    -Mouse 2: "I can a bottle of whiskey"

    -Mouse 3: "So what - I'll go fuck the cat."


    Today's Abrupt GM Ending:

    Yeah, mostly I ran out of whiskey-related things to talk about. I don't really drink it and I merely made an entire whiskey good morning article to satisfy the insatiable whiskey love of my latest drunkard. I hope you all learned something. Have a great day and a solid hangover in the morning!

    Debate: Should Soccer be America's New National Pastime?

    By Glenn & Jake 

    Soccer, or football, as the rest of the world calls it, is the most popular sport in the world. There's one country that seemed to turn its nose at soccer, snubbing it as if it were Matthew Lillard at a star-studded party, and that country is America. The World Cup is currently happening in South Africa and you cannot leave your house without hearing about it. It seems like America has opened its heart and let soccer pump through it and now its pumping through our veins and giving us life. With baseball's waning ratings and soccer's sudden boom in popularity, we must ask ourselves: should soccer be America's new national pastime?

    Glenn: I would like to open my side with the sound of a vuvuzela playing, but English professors have not transliterated the horn noise into text yet. What I will say is that soccer (henceforth interchanged with "football") is without a doubt America's new pastime. All you have to do is walk into an Irish bar during a World Cup game. Men and women of various ages between 23 and 30 are likely drunk, cheering for a non-Caucasian football team. I can't tell you how many news stories I've seen over the last few weeks talking about American men and women getting up early to watch soccer. Most of these news stories also have someone cutely asking "and what were they drinking? Because it doesn't look like coffee." The implied joke is that they are drinking alcohol early in the morning and that is worthy of veneration. It isn't, but football is.

    Jake: Soccer is without a doubt the most boring game slightly edging out the Two and a Half Men Edition of Monopoly. Doctors should prescribe soccer to patients with insomnia. Unlike Glenn, I refuse to call it "football." Everybody knows that football is the game that the Baltimore Ravens play, not some jackass team from San Francisco nobody have ever heard of. Soccer is a game that even children don't want to play and when I was a child I played the Wayne's World video game for the Super Nintendo practically every day and it was horrible, but not as spirit-crushing as watching a soccer match. Any game that can end in a tie is more worthless than a copy of a Blues Traveler cassette.

    Glenn: Blues Traveler and Baltimore Ravens aside, there are many unfair attacks on football here. First is the claim that soccer is boring. Baseball is boring and has been America's pastime for thousands of years. Golf, popularized by adulterer Tiger Woods, is more boring than soccer and baseball combined, yet bourgeois people play it every day. When I watch the soccer ball roll towards the goal, I am thrilled. Ask any young woman or middle-aged woman if they're bored by shirtless football players running around in the heat. They are not bored; they are aroused. I have never been aroused during a football match, but it is at least as exciting as the two most boring sports that I mentioned earlier.

    Jake: Soccer is a drool inducing snoozefest if you ask me. While it is debatable whether anybody has ever asked me, I am alway more than willing to blurt out my opinion on this or any subject. Saying that women aren't bored because they get wet at the shirtless soccer matchers is a obvious, yet misleading statement. Their arousal has nothing to do with soccer players, but rather the shirtlessness of a male athlete. If topless women played golf or baseball, you and I would have season passes and know the stats of many of our favorite players, one stat being cup size. Sexy men and women do not make a sport exciting. If anything it should make us all feel bad for objectifying the male athletes who merely want to share their skill, no matter how boring it may be, with the world and make millions of dollars doing so. While Glenn might think Golf to be the sport of the bourgeoisie, I say any professional sport is. They are all millionaires and, therefore, assholes.

    Glenn: Starting with the election of Barack Obama and ending with resurgence of know-nothing Republicanism, America has tried to atone for the eight years of George Bush. There is simply no better way to do this, though, than the full embrace of football. Football is the most popular sport in the world and by making it our pastime it shows that the United States is sorry for our go-it-alone, ignorant approach of the 2000s. We want to value the things that the rest of the world values, even going so far as to elect our first black President. We've made so many strides in the effort of global harmony that I'd hate to see Jake and his anti-soccer movement ruin everything. Football needs to be our pastime because that is the only way we can attract more immigrants to our great nation. Maybe one day the US will be known for ruining the world's oceans AND soccer.

    Jake: I know that my anti-soccer sentiment isn't going to win me any popularity contests, at least not in my Mexican neighborhood. Baseball is our national pastime and, while it is very boring, it should remain as such. Who are you and I to argue over whether soccer should be given a title that isn't even being offered. Maybe our next debate should be "Who the Hell do We Think We Are?" but it will probably be something about the old TV show Dinosaurs or whether "not the mama" was the best catchphrase of the 1990s. It was and we are just some guys on the internet with a comedy website that is criminally under read. And no, soccer should not be made the national pastime because it pretty much sucks.

    Good Morning World Cup

    By Glenn 


    Good morning. The absence of World Cup discussion on OYIT echoes as loudly as the vuvuzelas that ruin the televised matches for anyone outside South Africa. The World Cup of soccer is a huge deal and should be treated as such. I haven't watched a full soccer game since Alexi Lalas retired, but I'm very excited about my country's chances to advance further into the tournament and ultimately win as a way to exorcise the eight years of George Bush's presidency.

    [I dedicate this post to the members of the North Korean soccer team, who were killed by their government after yesterday's 0-7 loss to Portugal.]


    Today's Weather

    Don't take this seditiously, but in Johannesburg and all of the Southern Hemisphere it is right now winter. Given all the melted butter on my counter and sweat-soaked ironic t-shirts it's hard for me to believe it can be anything other than scorching hot on this planet, but the forecast for today's games is beautiful. There will be a high of 60 degrees and sunny, with a slight chance of apartheid. To put it into comparison, there is a 90% chance of apartheid in the Gaza Strip, which is down from last week. Anyone trying to kick a ball down the field should not have the weather to use as an excuse, unless you count the sound of vuvuzelas as weather.


    Today's Local Custom


    I know it is racist and neo-imperialistic to not want a horn blow into your ear, or millions of horns blown in a stadium where your friends are trying to defeat Slovenia. That is why I am here to celebrate the vuvuzela as the only authentic way people can show their appreciation of ANYTHING. It's great to use it at soccer games - and only adds to the game by its nature of subtracting everything else from it - but why stop there? Baseball games, Ben Folds concerts, funerals, et cetera are all things that would be made better with a triumphant course of vuvuzelas. I am actually playing one while I write this so I hope you can find thousands of people to "play" them as you read.


    Today's Games
    There are four matches happening in the World Cup today. I would like to predict the winners, even though I usually do my predictions at the end.


    Mexico vs. Uruguay
    France vs. South Africa
    Nigeria vs. South Korea
    Greece vs. Argentina

    Winner: Mexico
    Winner: South Africa
    Winner: Nigeria
    Winner: Argentia

    There is not much logic into these predictions besides vague ideas about good national "football" programs and the belief that if Greece cannot remain solvent it cannot field a winning soccer team. South Africa has home advantage and that should be enough to defeat the lethargic French. Don't fuck with Nigeria. These games will all be on ESPN or ESPN2, but we're all just killing time until the United States takes on Algeria tomorrow. If they win, they are into the next round and if they lose they will leave humiliated, like the French who tried to occupy Algeria decades ago. Let's show them that as Americans, we always learn from the French's mistakes.


    Today's Predictions
    The United States will defeat Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Angola, Cuba, Lebanon, Iraq, Somalia, the former Yugoslavia and Iraq in football matches this year, rendering previous defeats/statements/quick retreats against/in those countries null and void. If only military efforts could be as simple as World Cup soccer games. Blow a few thousand vuvuzelas, say that you're going to let the opposing team arm and defend itself, and presto! You've won. I predict the US will win its match against Algeria and US fans will celebrate by feeling more paralysis about the Gulf oil spill. If we end up winning the World Cup, it'll become like all of those fake Holy Grails in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade: killing you if you drink it but a great way to scoop oil out of our oceans.

    Life With Mikey [6-21-10]

    By Mikey

    I have a big road trip coming up this weekend. I hate being stuck in a car for more than a couple of hours. I do enjoy eating at restaurants we don't have near us. If somebody tells you that Hardee's and Carl's Jr. is the same, then you can't trust that person.



    Does Dave Coulier have a Twitter account?

    Fishing is better than meditation because you get to eat fish when you're done.

    Die Hard with a Vengeance is one of my favorite movies.

    I don't see why people are so anti-corporation. They make my toothpaste!

    I like Scrabble but it takes me forever to think of a word. My wife can't stand playing with me.

    What ever happened to Helen Hunt? She was superb.

    Somebody ought to make a comic strip about a dog.

    I always tease my son about him liking Miley Cyrus, although he doesn't. It drives him crazy. I do like a few or her songs.

    I have never seen anybody play tether ball on TV without getting hit with the ball. I've played it thousands of times without a bruise.

    Who the hell would eat goulash?

    God made horseradish sauce for Arby's classic roast beef sandwiches.

    Coldplay is too British for me.

    You don't hear much about sultans anymore. Where are all the sultans?

    Since there's this oil spill and everybody seems to be going crazy over oil in general, I decided to exclusively use butter when I cook from now on.

    Judge Judy: Burrows v. Britt


    By Bub 

    You are about to enter the courtroom of Judge Judith Sheindlin.

    The people are real.

    The cases are real.

    The rulings are final.

    This is her courtroom.

    This is Judge Judy.


    Commercial Fisherman Harry Burrows and his wife Beth are suing their deceased son’s friend 25 year old construction worker Cameron Britt and his mother Judy Britt. The Burrows claim Cameron refuses to pay back a car loan.



    "Your Honor this is Case number 37 on the calendar: Burrows v. Britt"

    “I met him through a friend of a friend of my deceased son’s,” began the almost grandfatherly drawl of someone more stupid than Southern but unquestioningly both.

    Harry wants ‘His Money’ back from his fellow Chesapeake Virginian and one-time vicarious son, Cameron. He continued to attempt to explain the circumstance of the exchange. But he quickly reverted to blubbering incomprehensible noises, as he was used to doing Back Home because someone failed to administer the proper amount of switch lashings in his childhood which had condemned him to a lifetime of drooling mumbled muck in the place that real words should be.

    He gnawed at the air trying to paint a deliberate picture of his thoughts, his imagined agreements with the defendant, and the tragedy of his son’s death in spite of not having practiced more deliberation over the past year than deciding on occasion that ‘that dog don’t hunt.’ It is apparent that his subconscious is playing the role of co-conspirator to his ignorance in choking back especially hard on attempts to relay subject matter related to Harry’s emotions; dealing with his son’s loss, his own mortality. It is probable that ignorant fear has led Harry to suppress dealing with both issues, the latter for all his life, and will continue to do so as long as he lives.

    Harry wears a fisherman’s version of a Hawaiian shirt. Instead of a Hawaiian vision of paradise; Beach-Sunsets and Palm-Trees, there is Harry’s; an assortment of albacore, blue marlin, striped bass, and swordfish. The finely toned muscles of his cheekbones and around his eye cavities betray a lifetime of sneering with contempt at the Tragedy of the world, and more often than that, sneering at those who empathize with its victims. But it also reveals his habit of protecting his brain from ideas that would challenge the justification for his very existence by squinting his eyes in conversations or at threatening visions, pursing his lips and contracting the auriculares muscles around his ears in an attempt seal off all vulnerable orifices from informational penetration. In addition, it reflects the necessity he once felt to adopt a steely gaze along with many other hardening techniques to survive confinement among brutal children in incarceration during at least one prolonged period throughout his life.

    Still, it is obvious that deep sadness, real sadness, pours out when he mentions the death of his son. In his life from that point on, everything automatically has had a mocking contingency to that traumatic event. It is as though a nightmare is stuck inside his head instead of a pop song and it colors every schema he builds around new input. This is what has led us here to today. This is why he is suing his dead son’s friend. And it is why he is doomed to fail - almost. If not for young Cameron’s baffling idiocy, Harry’s case would have probably been dismissed. Such is the awesome perceptiveness of Judge Judy’s rulings. Justice lay not only in outcomes of factually based narratives, but also in the abatement of worldviews, temperaments, and other intellectual-emotional ephemera that lead to injustice.

    If Harry is Jim Varney, then Cameron Britt is a pudgy a-musical Justin Timberlake with a lobotomy and Harry’s wife Beth is the Britney Spears in that universe which lobotomized JT would have dumped. She is basically irrelevant so I will let her speak for herself. But Cameron is so hurtfully dumb that despite most of the (inferential) evidence coming down on his side, he fights with Judge Judy over a minor plot point that would have actually supported his case. And J.J. in her real-time wrath remittance sees fit to punish him for his immediate errs rather than reward him for acting impeccably in a situation that is part of a larger skewed reality that has as its fundament illiteracy and smallness.

    J.J: Mr. Britt, now I’ll hear from you
    Defendant: How You doin’?
    J.J.: Excuse me?
    Defendant: How’re you doing this morning?
    J.J.: That’s not relevant to the case.

    An alleged $3,000 was loaned.

    Cameron claimed that he worked the loan off by fishing with Harry

    Harry claimed that they went on a fishing 'eskurzhun' which apparently is something that you do when you profit from someone's services without having to pay for them.

    Not so.

    Judgment for the Plaintiff in the amount of $1,250.

    That’s all. Parties are excused.

    Hi Katy [Volume II, Issue XIV]

    By Katy



    Hi Katy,
    I just became a vegetarian and all I eat is riblets. I used to eat at Subway all the time and listen to Blind Melon as I chewed delicious sandwiches. Now all I do is eat riblets and iron my shirts. Can you share with me some recipes or point me in the right directions of being healthy?
    -Ryan Riblet

    Hi Ryan,

    Becoming a vegetarian shouldn't greatly effect your enjoyment of Blind Melon whilst chewing delicious sandwiches. I happen to be a very big fan of colby jack cheese sandiwches with some romaine, onion, and a touch of yellow mustard or pesto spread. Perhaps some sprouts now and again. Toss in a little pepper jack to spice things up. And Subway already has you covered... they have a vegetarian sandwich they'll charge you $4 for despite being able to make the very same thing at home twenty times over for $4. But they roast it and stuff.

    I don't really believe in sharing recipes.

    A.) My recipe box is in my head, right where it belongs so no one eats delicious Katy food but this gal.

    B.) Sharing recipes takes me back to a time when women stood around the kitchen baking, barefoot and pregnant, until their husbands came home to cram that food down their faces without even tasting the hard work and spam that went into it, farted, then went outside to drink whiskey with "the boys" and complain about President Eisenhower while the women stayed behind, in their kitchens, picking up the shattered remains of their happiness, diginity, and favorite China serving dish. I realize you're probably too young to remember these times, but trust me, they weren't pretty.

    If you want to be healthy you're going to have to show inititive. I'm here for counsel and advice, but I can't drag you the gym and make you do twenty minutes of solid eliptical work. I just don't have the time.


    Hi Katy,
    My TV is broken. I don't nkow if it's worth getting fixed, or if people even fix TVs anymore. Maybe that was something from the 50s when TVs cost $400 and $400 was worth $45,000. Anyway, how am I supopse to watch my stories if I don't have a TV? What are some good TVs? Should I get a flat one or do they even make the flat ones anymore? I'm no TV technician, which is why I'm writing this question to you in the first place. Save me Katy!
    -Tammy (not a) TV Technician

    Hi Tammy,

    I don't know anything about TVs. I only use mine to play video games once every four months. You know where you can get a TV? My apartment. I'm getting a projector soon and will no longer have any need for the twenty year old TVs I have piling up in my place. If you want my advice, you'll get a projector, and here's why.

    TVs are stupid. I mean, they can be great and all, but they're getting more and more difficult to repair. There are plenty of people out there that still repair TVs, it's just now they look at them, shrug, charge you $557.43 and return to their Xbox 360s in their lavished condos.

    Therefore, great places to get TVs include:

    • My apartment
    • Goodwill
    • Other consignment shops/buildings
    • Your neighbor's garage
    • A hotel room (this will only work if your credit card/ID is not the one on file)
    • Your mother's basement (Please also see: Corner Pawn Store/Crack House Consignment).
    • Elementary schools (after dark)



    Really, if you don't want to spend the money on a new TV, your best option is to make some friends at the local nursing home. Learn to play gin and start visiting some old people; they'll be watchin' some stories. Enjoy your new found old person small.

    Hi Katy,
    How are you doing today? It seems like everybody is talking about World Cup Soccer this and Stanley Cup that. When are people going to learn that sports are nothing but unhealthy competition that tears the world apart into various sports teams? I wish we could just come together and hug. I would hug you Katy, because you give great advice and you're probably cuddly. Anyway, while I don't agree with sports, I'm firmly behind gambling. Do you have any hot picks for the World Cup or should I just ask some Mexican or African dude who they think will win? They'll probably go with Mexico or Africa, but what if they were right?
    -Soccer Samuel

    Hi Samuel,

    They're most likely to be right. I can see your grievance with the whole country (and world) being preoccupied with various sporting teams and such, but I think you should also realize that a lot of your point-of-view is strictly from being an American. Yes, I know that the Irish and English and Hispanics and Canadians can go nuts over their respective teams and sporting country pride, but American's lives revolve around sports. We find our worth in how many times Brett Farve can come out of retirement. Now that's clearly stupid.

    But the World Cup? The World Cup is a wonderful time of year when everyone can get together. WheN Americans can pretend they actually give a shit about soccer and all of a sudden friends who have mocked my soccer love for years are taking time off work to watch 'the' game at the Londerer. Assholes. If there's any sport that can take the delicate balance of sports team pride and toss it all together with the love we have for our fellow brothers and sisters in other countries and then yellow card it, it's soccer.

    Was that the point? What was the point.... well I'm certainly cuddly, that's for true. Umm... I feel like this was suppose to go somewhere but I just really don't know where. Oh, oh, right. Ask a Brazilian, African, and an Iranian who's going to win the World Cup -- gamble on whatever best out of 3 is. Good luck.