Here we go again. Failure to click these links will be noted on your PERMANENT RECORD.
:: Thank God Hell’s Kitchen returned last night. Two weeks with nary an expletive use of the word “DONKEY!” and I nearly passed out from the shakes. I’m addicted, I tell you. I’m addicted! (Me too, I gotta admit. I wouldn’t mind getting a DVD of this show sometime, so I could hear Ramsay’s unbleeped kitchen bellowings. Personally, I think “You f***ing DONKEY!” should be the next phrase to sweep the nation.)
:: Poor Warren Spahn. It’s like you’re in a best-looking dude contest and you find out George Clooney is entered. (Yeah, I hate when that happens!)
:: And so I end my reign of being the last human being on Earth who hasn’t seen Jaws. (My God! That’s like not having seen Star Wars.)
:: We were trying to think of much better ways to determine the winner of Miss Universe:
-Make them answer geography questions.
-Make them play Risk.
-Make them fight each other with the traditional weapons of their country.
:: Going to college is pretty much like going to kindergarten, but with less structure and discipline.
And finally:
:: My friends, of course, the ones I’ve made and the ones I’ve kept over these years, are my biggest accomplishment. (A happy belated birthday to the Indestructible Mr. Jones, whom I have known longer than anyone currently in my life save my immediate family.)
Onward and upward….