Lammycat

Sorry. I actually fear them too, just not pictures of them. I once got trapped in an apartment I was living in on Main St. in a small NY town because a small gathering of clowns hung out on the downstairs porch getting ready for a parade that didn't start for 2 hours. I wanted the paper and coffee from across the street but there was no was in hell I was going to interact or be confronted by those clowns. I shakily waited it out.

I learned that the "art" my kids did on the garage door yesterday that had me internally stewing was NOT done with magic marker, but with chalk! Chalk wipes right off, silly Daddy!

"All the flavor of a real hotdog, without that hotdog taste or flavor!" My kids eat those, actually. And Communists.

You will be living The American Dream, then. Delicious hotdogs and the beach at your disposal. The worldwill become your personal hotdog.

How do you know how big my head is, anyway?

Apparantly you are a Communist.

July is National Hotdog Month and I've been on a quest to find a decent hotdog in the Denver area for years. It's happened once.

He also did the Mermaid Ave. : "Joe DiMaggio's Done it Again" on his Baseball-themed show. I'm not sure when it aired, but I got a link to it yesterday if anyone is interested. It was the first time I'd heard him on his show. Does he always sound like he's half-singing (with all the stresses/inflections/etc. on words)? I've heard/seen interviews with him and don't recall this trait. Also: is he reading a script?

"I'm so hungry I could eat at Arby's."

Wilco is no closer to being a jamband than Little Richard is to hunting deer this October.

I sunconsciously listed the life-affirming bj twice, originally. I thought it fair to revise and give another a chance.

1. Doggy style 2. Missionary 3. Bj 4. 69 5. Woman on top

Nice show, Big Pappy.

"Top 5 things that have absolutely nothing in common."

We haven't seen Papi yet, though.

1. Half eaten bagel 2. Diesel gas 3. Milton Berle 4. "We Are The World" 5. A liver transplant

Apparently your dog cares quite a bit what happens outside the screen door. Yuck, yuck

Ted Nugent is a legend like Hong Kong Fooey is a legend: they both were barely passable for the time they were in the limelight, but in retrospect, they pretty much blow.

I, eh, how do I put this....haven't heard it yet either. I wonder what it sounds like.

I'll echo this sentiment for what transpires at the ballpark, too. I was reminded of this Friday night when I went to Coors Field to watch them take on the D'Backs: why does seemingly every second between pitches, innings, etc. have to be filled with loud blaring music, over-played organ riffs to get the audience "involved," and reminders from the p.a. guy to cheer? Are we such a mindless culture that we'd be at a loss just watching the game without prompts of when to cheer/root for the home team? It's pretty bad at Coors Field, and I've noticed a good deal of it at Yankee Stadium (granted