I know for a fact that my team did not ourselves all have stellar records on racism. But on that occasion we unanimously agreed that the fact that our adversaries were not only racist, but so ignorant as to not even be able to do racism correctly, made them appallingly offensive.

It took quite a while to pay for the work of a world-class hand surgeon, who restored my severed nerves and tendons to 99.9% functionality. I patiently paid my monthly payments, slowly ticking away at the balance. I couldn’t help but tell the collections lady a bit of my story as I called to finish off the last leftover $80. Oh man, it feels good.

I don’t mean to be morbid or insensitive, but I just can’t watch “The Crocodile Hunter” anymore… because I know how it is going to end.

if only we’d cheered harder for Flavor Flav at Smokin’ Grooves, we could have prevented the existence of “Flavor of Love” … and the 2006 Syrah from the winery featured on “Flavor of Love” wouldn’t taste like homeboy’s feet.

I hope CBS enjoyed a week or two of increased ratings because I did actually draw one salient conclusion from tuning in to the show — the show is bloody boring!!!