Some call it a
blog, that's fine by me. The restriction of opinions on morning
radio have banished me to my own website to give you my two
cents on whatever is on my mind. I may not be right, I may not
have a clue. It may just be pointless babble. But it's just my
two cents.
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Cheerleaders, Trampolines, and
Alabama Hot Pockets
October 6th, 2008
“You
decide who you are. Who you want to be, and you hold on to that.” –
Debra Morgan ‘Dexter’
SOUTH BEACH MIAMI-
Something's wrong with me. I’m demented. I’ve accepted
that and I will now proceed
with my regularly scheduled
life. I know that I’m not
normal because the things
that I often find funny no
one else laughs at. I’m
often apprehensive to share
those things with third
parties for fear of being
judged.
A new day has arisen.
Because now, I don’t care
anymore.
There’s definitely
something wrong with me. I
learned this last week on
South Beach. I was doing a
few college shows down there
so I managed to hook up with
a few old buddies from
college and we went out to
run the streets after my
show.
They came bearing a gift.
The 2008-09 Miami Dolphins
Cheerleader Calendar.
Being that I’m a dolphins
fan this would seem like a
pretty decent give. Scantily
clad women dressed in the
colors of your favorite
football team. Smiling on
the beach in corny
unrealistic poses should be
every man’s dream. But for
some reason I was
disappointed.
Here’s what one of my usual
calendar’s looks like.
Now if you compare that to
the dolphins calendar.
If you’ll notice… there’s no
where on the Dolphin's
calendar for me to write in
my performance dates. Don’t
get me wrong, the calendar
is every easy on the eyes
but it doesn’t serve me much
of a practical use. If I
wanted to see women in the
water with odd looking
mammals for the next
18-months I’d go buy the
Season 1 DVD of ‘Flavor of
Love’ and look for the hot
tub episodes
None the less it was a good
deed by my friends. Just
troubles me that the first
thing I looked at on this
calendar was for space to
write in my schedule instead
of nipples and camel toes.
Something’s wrong with me.
Here’s a few videos from
around the net that have
been stuck in my head. I
know I’m wrong for finding
this stuff funny but I can’t
help myself. Here’s a good
one,
She Got Booked
This dude hit this girl in
the head with a book in a
college Computer lab. The
act itself is wrong, but
to witness it is hilarious.
What supposedly happened
was, a young man was on a
computer in a Library. He
got up to do something and
another girl sat down and
began closing all of his
applications. When he
explained to the young lady
that he was still using the
terminal she refused to get
up.
Rather than take the matter
to a Librarian the young man
took matters into his own
hands. I'm not advocating
violence againse women.
This Video explains why I
love white people. And why
Trampolines and Alcohol
don’t mix.
Sealab: 2021
There’s this show that I’m
hooked on called ‘Sealab
2021” it’s another one of
those none sensical shows
that runs on Cartoon
Network. Here’s a funny
scene.
The Cleveland Steamer
I love The Bob & Tom Radio
program. It's great to be a
part of the tour dates but
I'm honestly a fan of some
of the silly songs they did.
The did one called, ‘The Cleveland
Steamer’. If you don’t know
what a ‘Cleveland Steamer’
is. All I can say is Google
it.
If you REALLY want some fun
then Google all the terms
they refer to in this song.
HOWEVER...If you're on a
company computer you may not
want to pull up any of these
terms.
I don’t condone any of the
sexual acts that are
mentioned in this song.
They're all quite disgusting
to me. However,
I do find it hilarious when
a man sings these sexual
terms as if they’re actually
romantic.
My personal Favorites…
the "Change Machine"
and ”The
Alabama Hot Pocket”. I’ve
been living in Birmingham
since the 2nd
grand and I’ve never heard
of that shit. The good
thing about this song is
that after looking up what
some of this stuff meant and
knowing that there's people
out there actually doing
it....maybe there ISN'T
anything wrong with me after
all.