I'm already quite tired of reading about how the Simpsons are raking in "the D'oh!"
I sure did see a lot of gloves in right field last night at Dodger Stadium. On TV, that is. I wasn't about to drop $150 for a one in 10,000 chance at a million dollar (pretax) baseball. Sure, they booed him, but I think most of the Dodger fans were secretly rooting for Bonds to hit one out. That way, their ticket stub would be worth an extra sixer of Budweiser.
If Barry Bonds hits #755 at Dodger Stadium and does another pirouette and circle gesture like he did in 1997, someone should trip him as he circles the bases. That would be one for the highlight films.
If I was there and caught it, if they asked me if I planned to give it to Bonds, I'd ask them why in the world I would want to be nice to that jackass.
Being judgmental is my right. You have a right to be a jackass, an idiot or a whore. I have a right to disapprove.
Why is someone who pretends for a living qualified to expounded upon important political issues? Specifically, why is it that Sean Penn's opinions on American foreign policy in South America is newsworthy, but my old Latin American Studies professor was never even quoted in the local newspaper.
I know that most people are telling her to stop buying drugs, but my advice to Lindsay Lohan would be to buy a lot of drugs in mass quantities now. By the time she is 30, she won't be able to afford them anymore, and she doesn't want to be robbing video stores like Dana Plato.
Our new receiptionist looks kind of like Paris Hilton, except she's smarter. Not smart. But smarter.
I had lunch at McDonald's today. I saw a brochure called "McDonald's & You." It was bullshit. It didn't say anything about me at all. And the fries sucked, too.
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