Chris Rock Bigger and Blacker: “Everybody takes Daddy for granted. Just listen to the radio. Everything's 'Mama’. ‘Dear Mama’, ‘Always Loved My Mama.' What's the Daddy song? ‘Papa was a Rollin' Stone’. Nobody appreciates Daddy. Now, Mama's got the roughest job, but at least people appreciate Mama. Every time Mama do something right, Mama gets a compliment...'cause women need to hear compliments all the time. Women need food, water, and compliments. And an occasional pair of shoes. Women got to hear it all the time, or they lose their minds. And Daddy gets to make sure you thank your Mama for everything. 'Tell your Mama how good the food is.’ ‘Tell your Mama how nice the house looks.’ 'Tell your Mama how nice her hair looks.’ 'Did you tell your Mama?’ That's right! 'Tell your Mama.' Nobody ever tells Daddy shit. l'm talking about the real daddies that handle their fucking business. Nobody ever says, 'Hey, Daddy, thanks for knocking out this rent.' 'Hey, Daddy, l sure love this hot water.' 'Hey, Daddy, this is easy to read with all this light.' Nobody gives a fuck about Daddy. Think about everything that the real daddy does. Make your world a better, safer place.”
I think that bit about daddy is my favorite part of Chris Rock’s “Bigger and Blacker” standup routine. It’s so funny because there is so much truth to it. I didn’t really notice everything that my dad did for me until I had to get my first oil change. I had put 10,000 miles on the wangmobile before someone told me I might need to get my oil changed. I didn’t know!
My dad always took care of stuff like that. He used to fill my car up with gas every morning before school, clean my car and spritz my tires with Armor All so I could be ridin’ clean. He’d also stop by the bakery after his morning round of golf so he could bring home fresh cinnamon raisin bread and Spanish rolls right out of the oven. My boyfriend, Sean, says that explains a lot . . . hehe. And although I’d hate to admit it, I know he’s right.
This post started off as my list of top TV dads, and the more I thought about the dads I grew up watching, I realized that my dad will always be #1 in my Neilsen rating. So dad, tonight, you get the big piece of chicken! To my 3 readers, I apologize for this sappy, Stuart Smalley moment – I realize this makes the mercury rise on your barf-o-meter.
In honor of Father’s Day, here are my favorite TV Dads:
Jason Seaver – Growing Pains
Nick Russo – Blossom
The Two Dads – My Two Dads
Fred Sanford – Sanford and Son
Homer Simpson – The Simpsons
President Jed Bartlett – The West Wing
Frank Costanza – Seinfeld
Dan Conner - Roseanne
Al Bundy – Married with Children
The dad from Silver Spooon
Henry - Punky Brewster
Phil Drummond - Diff'rent Strokes and of course,
PAPA SMURF!!
“Goodbye fried rice. Hello fried chicken . . . I love you dad!”
Have A Rice Day!
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The Big Piece of Chicken
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Thursday, May 24, 2007
Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better
In 1920, the Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution was passed, giving most women a right to vote. In the last 90 years, women have made great strides towards gender equality. But forget women's suffrage and equal pay, the latest and greatest advancement for women has been introduced.
Now we can stand and pee! A new product, called the P-mate™ lets us pee like the boys! It is a portable urinating device that allows us to pretend we got willies. The website touts the producty as allowing women to pee "without losing their dignity or risking unhygienic and unpleasant public restrooms. The P-Mate™ can be used during any activity where restroom facilities are less than desirable, or not available at all." Forget unsanitary bathrooms I wanna pee and write my name in the snow!
How do you use it?
1. Simply pop open the P-Mate, move your underwear aside, and place the cupped opening against your body under the flow area between your legs.
2. Tilt hips so funnel faces slightly downwards. Relax and pee!
You can remove any drops left behind by slowly moving the P-mate to the front, and catching them with the back of the P-mate.
Let the boys leave the toilet seat up . . . who cares?
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Save the planet, beat your kid
A guide for parents that i found a few years back. Do your job now to keep your kids from stealing my car in the future.
How come everyone today is too much of a punk to smack their kids around? That's what I want to know: why are parents afraid to beat their kids? When I was a kid and I screwed up, my parents beat my butt . We didn't have a conversation about it. I didn't have a "time out." In fact, I've never even once been grounded in my life. What's the point? Send your kid to his room and make him play video games and read comic books all day? Great idea, why don't you take him to a psychiatrist while you're at it so she can pull some disorder out of her butt to hide the fact that you're a bad parent?
Kids today need a good beating every now and then. If you don't beat your kids when they fall out of line, the next thing you know your son will go off and bang some dude in the ass just out of spite. You tell them to clean their room, they say "no," you smack them. It's simple; it works. Don't listen to these fools on TV with their b.s . hippypsychobabble; if they had it their way, every child would be raised in a pastel colored room with Philip Glass pumped through the speakers 24 hours a day. Then again, it might not be all that bad because it will make your kids complacent, so it won't be as hard for them to swallow when they realize that they'll be spending the rest of their lives chained to a desk in a cubicle writing reports to make someone else rich. The problem is that kids today think their opinions matter. By not beating your kids, they get a skewed perspective of reality where they start thinking that they have it rough and that they can get away with dying their hair and listening to Insane Clown Posse. That's where you need to come in and put the law down.
To help you, the negligent parent, I've put together a guide to smacking your kids for your convenience (hint: you may want to even print this guide up and hang it on your fridge as a reminder to both you and your kids). Here are some useful techniques:
Five across the eyes
This is a very basic maneuver and usually enough to cover most situations when your child is out of line. Simply put four fingers tightly together and either leave the thumb off to theside or fold it behind the other four fingers. Then smack your kid cross the face with the back of your hand. Now this is the tricky part: make sure to snap your wrist just before contact otherwise you won't get a stinging effect. Very important because you don't want to risk lettingy our kid think you're a punk .
The sucker punch
Just ask the question "hey, what's that on your shirt?" and when they look down, bust their lip. You need to do this every now and then to keep them guessing. Don't ever let them off the hook. Just because they're not doing anything wrong doesn't mean that they didn't do something wrong earlier that you weren't aware of.
The yard stick
Or for those of you who don't use the arbitraryAmerican system, this is also known as "the meter stick." This is a good general purpose beating because the stick usually doesn't last beyond three or four good whacks--usually enough to send the message.
The one-two shut-the-hell-up
This is priceless when you're shopping and your kid won't shut the hell up: "I'm hungry, I want toys, I need my Insulin..." etc. First smack your kid (the 5 across the eyes technique works). Wait a few seconds for your kid to start crying, then smack your kid again to let him know that you mean business. This usually shuts them up because they see that the amount of crying is proportional to the amount of beatings.
The 2 x 4 / PVC pipe
If you do your job as a parent, this should never have to be administered. This is for heavy duty jobs only (ie. anytime your kid comes home and begins a sentence with "she might be pregnant..." or "I can _____ if I want to..." where the blank can be any of the following: smoke, have sex, experiment with drugs, watch Oprah, etc). Usually the threat of this beating is enough to keep your kid fromscrewing up.
The Dragon Kick
If you're interested in a permanent solution to your child giving you lip about washing the dishes, cleaning his or her room or filing your tax return, then the Dragon kick might be the technique for you. I guarantee that you will only have to ask once after the Dragon kick has been administered.
The skull thump
A quick blow usually dealt to the side or back of the head. Simply flick them in the head with your finger. An alternative is to smack your child up side the head with your palm. Very useful for teaching your child to read when he or she makes a mistake. Hitting your child when he or she is learning builds confidence, or undermines confidence--I can't remember which.
The one-handed chauffeur reach around
A quick reach around whileyou're driving to smack your kid and his friends too if they disrespect. Swerve the car back and forth for the full effect.
The cane intercept
If you're too old to chase your kid around the house, use the handle of your cane to trip him if he tries to get away. When he gets up, poke him in the head a few times to let him know who's boss.
There you have it. Use these basic techniques to discipline your child if you want him or her to turn out to be a success story like me.
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Saturday, May 12, 2007
What would you do for a klondike bar?
oh how the mighty have fallen . . . i suppose it's better than sucking d!ck for weed.
kids, let these two sad souls be a lesson to you. crack is whack! stay in school. don't join a boy band or the hebrew israelites like bobby (aka the self proclaimed king of r&b) and don't rape people or bite their ears off. *this public service announce has been brought to you by budweiser and philip morris - drink liquor beer and smoke cigarettes instead of crack*
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Tuesday, May 8, 2007
The View-ewwwwwww!
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Friday, May 4, 2007
KIT, where are you?
Bammamore's very own David Hasselhoff (aka. the Hoff, Baywatch blunder) showing his more sensitive side. This clip, leaked to the press by the fruit of his speedo wearing loins, displays a visibly intoxificated Hoff trying to eat a fat burger. =)
P.S. If you look David Hasselhoff up in Wikipedia, there's a section on his "alcohol problem". I say it's only a problem if you make it one. Cheers!
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Thursday, May 3, 2007
If You Like Pina Colada (Butt Lotion)
Groupies: (NUDE) The same as Chamber Girls but only for UNCLE LUKE and his Staff. Also have the opportunity to travel ON TOUR with Uncle Luke and his Crew after the FREAKFEST Weekends are over. All travel and living expenses paid in addition to base compensation. You would cater to all the needs of Uncle Luke and his Team and NOT be required to have contact with any of Luke's FREAKFEST participants. $$$$$5,000 a day + Expenses$$$$$
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Saturday, April 28, 2007
This Bores Me . . . Anyone Up for a Run in Central Park?
And although there is much promise for the yet to be determined Chirac-successor to do well and blast Americans in his/her term, there is no promise for a first lady. Bernadette Chirac, who fulfilled her dutiful role as la Premiere Beeeetch, standing by her man, I’m-no-frere-Jacques, despite numerous allegations of his philandering oui-oui. She even threatened him and publicly stated that, "Convention meant that in this kind of situation you put up a front and just kept going. In any case I warned him often enough: the day Napoleon left Josephine, he lost everything.”
Corner #1: Ségolène Royal, the Socialist Party candidate, is not married to her baby daddy (they got 4), François Hollande. But more than that, they are political rivals. Kind of like the Ragin Cajun James Carville and his weezy, Mary Magdalene (Matalin), here in les Etats Unis. Hollande, who as head of the Socialist Party, who was almost the party’s candidate this time, says he will try to run in 2012 if his heterosexual life partner loses. And being an alpha male, he added that even if Royal won the election, he would not be joining her in the Élysée Palace. "I am not the one who is going to be elected," he said. "If Ségolène Royal wins, my situation doesn't change. It is Ségolène Royal who has a great responsibility and has to decide what is the best way of exercising it - including where she lives." Hollande then said, “Eeen Frahhnce, you dooo naht need two, you need one," A stark contrast to the Clintons’ campaign in 1992 when Billie and his overachieving Willie p!mped his wife and told the American pubic – I mean, public, they would be getting "two for the price of one”. Poor Hollande, the forgotten man of French presidential politics, the one who could have been a contender, instead he has been condemned to a small supporting role – while his woman is on her own Tour De France wh0ring herself Moulin Rouge style, he’s become Monsieur Mom, the French Steadman.
Corner #2: Nicolas Sarkozy, the conservative candidate, has been campaigning without his wife, Cécilia Sarkozy. When asked on a popular French tv show how she envisioned her life in 10 years, Madame Sarko-zeeznuts said, "In the United States, jogging in Central Park. I don't see myself as a first lady.” As if that weren’t enough a humiliating Ike Turner-eat-the-cake-AnnaMae-slap in her husband’s face and political career, she said “That bores me." Cécilia Sarkozy has apparently been busy strolling the Champs Elysee, shopping while her husband has been sprinting the campaign trail. Or perhaps while he’s been busy trying to get elected, she’s been getting busy with the pool boy or a PR executive. In 2005, Cécilia Sarkozy was crepe-ing (creeping, crepe-ing, get it?) with a prominent public relations executive and even left Nicolas, only to return with a flurry of publicity and genial warts.
In the 49-year history of the Fifth Republic, there have been other presidential couples that were “unconventional” avec problèmes matrimoniaux. When the wife of President Giscard d'Estaing, Anne-Aymone, was asked what she wanted to do most as first lady, she replied, "To no longer be one." And let’s not forget Francois Mitterand’s concealment of the existence his bastard daughter Mazarine for over 10 years. Talk about daddy issues . . .
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Friday, April 27, 2007
Cold Cases - Unsolved Hip Hop Crimes
While you all dig for evidence and unearth secrets that might lead to the killers of B.I.G. and 2Pac, I'm busy contemplating these unsolved hip hop crimes (insert music from law and order). . . Speaking of Hibbidy Hop crimes - peep dude in the pic up top. H0m0 thug. Big shout out to Cam'ron who is everything against snitching - I mean, why should he be in favor of sn
itching? Someone just may snitch on how he was getting call his pinky pink wearing a$$ out of the closet.Courtesy of the Onion
Now that a suspect has finally been named in the 2002 killing of Jam Master Jay, police have turned their attention to other unsolved hip-hop crimes. Here are some that are currently under investigation.
Theft of Ludacris' Jet Ski in 2004
The death of Big Pun, caused by unknown fast food chain or chains
Notorious incident at Diddy's 2004 White Party when an unidentified vandal purposely brought extra-saucy ribs that completely ruined the ivory tableau
Unsolved disappearance of the third Fugee
Two hundred million dollars that fell out of Jay-Z's pocket during a Nets game is, at press time, unreturned
Continued refusal of Kool Keith's estranged super-galactic lover to abide by the restraining order against her
Numerous members of the Chamillitary are AWOL and subject to court-martial
Two masked assailants shot Bushwick Bill on the operating table while he was being treated for an earlier shooting
The continual disappearance of 50 Cent's newspaper from the stoop of his $4.1 million Connecticut mansion
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
Jean Claude Van Damme Putting the Bone in Zamboni
The Belge's Bulge!
How did Double Impact not win an Oscar? Here is footage of Jean Claude Van Damme on TV trying to resuscitate his limp career. If you look closely, you can see his little Universal Soldier at full attention, saluting his post-operative transvestite dance partner. If he were playing dance dance revolution, we'd have a new high score.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
That Ain't Monika Lewinsky

I wanted to share a photo from the AP website that I thought was just awesome! Abuelas Mercedes Martinez,(left)72, and Josefa Gamet, 62, make money posing for photos for foreign tourists in Old Havana, Cuba. In February 2007, Cuba began an island-wide ban on smoking in public places.
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Computer Love
Just a click of the mouse will turn you from cyber dud to cyber stud!
This is from Will Ferrell's new site, Funny or Die. www.sjl.funnyordie.com I can't seem to link his hilarious short skit, "The Landlord" . . . but here's the URL. http://sjl.funnyordie.com/v1/view_video.php?viewkey=3efbc24c7d2583be6925
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Bad Week!
April 15 - April 21st should be marked as the deadliest week in American history. On April 19, 1993, David Koresh and 74 Branch Davidians died in Waco, Texas. Two years later, on April 19, 1995, 168 people died and 800 were injured in what is now known as the Oklahoma City bombing. A day and four years later on April 20, 1999, two teenage students carried out a shooting rampage, killing 12 students, wounding 24 others and committing suicide in the Columbine shootings, which until (April 16, 2007) the Virginia Tech shootings today, was known as the worst school shootings in American history. What is going on here? Do these acts have any connection to Adolf Hitler’s birthday, April 20? 4/20 is a day celebrated by many pot smokers. I always thought weed mellowed people out. Maybe all these random and senseless acts are sparked by deeply rooted feelings of disdain for the IRS or authority, in general? Who knows?!?!?! This is just sad. My prayers and condolences go to the students and their families.
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Monday, April 16, 2007
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Word Up!!!
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Friday, April 6, 2007
Stereotypes of an Engineer Misunderstood But It's Still All Good
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Thursday, April 5, 2007
Spring Fever

My eyes have been itchy and watery. People are riding around in their convertibles with the tops down (or as Nas says, “they TTs is out”). The sakura trees around the tidal basin are blooming and right outside my office, the trees are lined with white and yellow blossoms. SPRING IS IN THE AIR!! And as I have noticed for a few years now, with the change in weather, there’s a change in fools’ dispositions.
There is an old wives’ tale that says a young man’s fancy turns into thoughts of love in the spring. I think the word, “love” here is more than likely a euphemism for skeet, skeet, bang, bang. Amended for 2007: The twinkle in a young man’s eye - perhaps a reflection of the Christmas lights - turns into an itch in his bugle boy jeans in the spring.
Somehow, some pocket protector-wearing member of Lambda Lambda Lambda has proven scientifically that people pop, lock and drop it more in the spring and summer. The studies claim more trailers are a' knockin due to a hormonal response to . . . light! As it turns out, the increased hours of sunlight in spring makes all of us animal’s in God’s good kingdom wanna bump n’ grind to some R. Kelly 12play and then pee on each other! *Yes, I do realize I've referenced God, humping and golden showers in one sentence*
Maybe Thomas Edison was onto something with the lightbulb. Not only were early designs of the lightbulb phallic-y, but it turns out that light is an aphrodisiac! Who'da thunk? I mean Teddy P. kept telling his lover to "turn off the lights". Then again, try telling a man who brings home a butterface or a woman whose once tall, dark and handsome husband is now tall, fat and bald is standing next to the bed with his hole-y fruit of the looms and sweat-stained wife beater that light is a beacon for the inner-freak. Maybe it's not Chuck Norris at the other end of the tunnel with a flashlight, maybe it's a group of swingers with a bunch of light up adult toys??
The Tri-Lambs have discovered that light affects the body’s production of melatonin; and the right amount of that stuff is like an alarm clock letting your body know that uh to the tick tock you don’t stop, to the . . . I wanna sex you up! You see, apparently, all this is critical to animals that have to ensure their babies are born at the right time. Unfortunately, this also means that every hornball out there will be sitting in his Pontiac grand-am, with his windows down, blaring Young Jeezy and hollah hollah hollah-ing. And if you’re a woman between the ages of 15 to 55, you are all too familiar with these fools.
It’s also been scientifically shown that a lot of sufferers of Seasonal Affective Disorder make impulsive decisions to end serious sexual relationships in the spring. For when all the snow melts, men are like Austin Powers after he re-emerges from his cryogenic chamber where he and his mojo have been frozen for 30 years . . . So ladies, keep a watery, itchy eye on your man! Pop a few Claritin and look for the signs! Do your research! May I suggest: http://www.ho-check.com
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
When He Grows Up He Wants To Be The Keebler Elf
and pack fudge. I think he's talented, hopefully his parents will support him and encourage him to keep dancing. He could make the Alvin Ailey Dance Troupe someday . . . or become a tranny and work the pole. Why does he keep doing that drop down stripper bounce move??????
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Dukies Make Me Pukie!
Ok, so I had the Blue Devils going to the elite eight in my Charmin bracket, but I'm a girl so what do I know about sports? Better yet, what do I know about anything? Which way is the kitchen?
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Erin Go Brah! ;)
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Hide your lucky charms! Happy St. Paddywagon Day!
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