Shakira - Hips Don't Lie (feat Wyclef Jean) Music Video Codes

maybe this will bring people back.....

Best PSA Ever...or maybe I'm a bumpkin

You can freaking search for ANYTHING by texting a message to Google with your cell phone!! You simply type in the name of something and your area code if you're looking for a location and send it to g-o-o-g-l or 46645 and you will receive a text back with the address and number. You can search for other things too, like sports scores or stock prices (not that I expect much of that from you dear readers).
It's very possible that all of you coasters have been using this service for months, years, or even decades and that it just took a while for the news to soak its way inward, like how Kansas City still hasn't gotten wind of the death of mall bangs.

I just found out about this feature last week. My sister and I were trying to find a restaurant and the cabbie didn't know where it was. A friend of hers just said google it and worked his magic. The cabbie almost crapped himself. If the cabbies haven't caught on, I figure you all might need some help on this as well.

in memoriam

A bit late, but I feel as though some recognition of a great loss should be duly noted.

On Thursday, June 22, 2006, our nation lost one of its greatest heroes, a friend with whom many people felt a close connection. Moose, the dog who played Eddie on the TV show Frasier, died at the ripe old age of sixteen of natural causes. While my formative years were spent watching Wishbone and the like, I always mourn the death of an animal, especially a celebrity.

For those unfamiliar with Moose's life, there is a nice brief summary of his accomplishments on www.thepoop.com (Harlan K-Poo, I think this website is calling your name...). Included in this biography: "A Jack Russell terrier born in Florida as one of ten pups, Moose graduated from Orlando University with a bachelor's degree in obedience. He taught sign language after college at Canine Corral, but he grew tired of teaching and decided to give show business a try." And the rest was history...

Many people were personally touched by experiences shared with Moose. Their stories can be found here:

http://www.thepetpress-la.com/articles/eddie.htm
http://www.thepoop.com/mediahounds/frasier/default.asp
http://www.rateitall.com/i-14256-eddie-frasier.aspx

And, a must-read: http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/spotlight/2001-06-04-dog-bites.htm

Some final words about Moose:

On Frasier, Moose's character Eddie was "known for responding to Martin and Daphne with human-like understanding, but often seem[ed] to taunt Frasier. An early recurring gag had Eddie staring unceasingly at Frasier, to Frasier's increasing annoyance."

It doesn't matter that the story [of the movie "My Dog Skip" in which
Moose played the title character] (adapted by Gail Gilchriest) is
closer to TV drama than, say, the classic southern poignancy of Carson
McCullers. It doesn't even matter that no one sounds as if they've been anywhere
south of Dover, Del. – except Harry Connick Jr., who provides the narration for
the older Willie.

What matters is a Jack Russell terrier licking Willie's face. Or bounding up a tree to catch a squirrel. Or sneaking a slurp of Dad's drink while the old man's reading the paper. Or nearly disappearing into a commode as he tries to drink the water.

So touching, so poignant.

Moose, you will never be forgotten here at BlogNAC.

Don't cry for me, Argentina

For whatever reason You Tube doesn't work on my computer at work. And as a result I am intensely jealous of those of you lucky enough to be able to waste hours of time watching internet videos at work.

The following video was specifically requested by Rabiya our dear friend, loyal reader and occasional misplacer of cell phones in bar bathrooms. Welcome back to Philly.



The USA, like me, sucks at soccer. While I consider myself a relatively coordinated 6'6" I readily acknowledge that the coordination I do possess does not enable me to play soccer with any skill whatsoever. It is for this reason that I am particularly impressed by the total body control exhibited by soccer players. Well... Almost total body control...

"I had an erection for ten years and all I got was a lousy $400k"

It seems like everyone has a friend, who on a study abroad trip to Spain, took to an excessive amount of Viagra, got an erection that lasted more than six hours and had to be hospitalized until the swelling subsided. Those crazy kids have nothing on this guy.

By now most of you will have have seen Steve Carell in the 40 year old virgin, what I hope none of you have seen is Charles Lennon in the 10 year old erection. Charles "Chick" Lennon, a former handyman from Providence, RI has been unable to hug, ride a bike, or wear his favorite speedos for the better part of the last decade because of a dysfunctional steel and plastic penile implant that has kept his penis fully erect. He even withdrew from his own family for fear of poking one of his grandchildren's eyes out. (Prince Charles and family pictured below.)

Like all good Americans, Chick sued Dacomed Corporation, manufacturer of the faulty Dura-II implant and he won. The good news for Mr. Lennon is that in 2004 a jury just awarded him $750,000. The bad news is that a judge recently reduced the award to $400,000, ruling that the previous amount was excessive. Excessive??? Excesive is a ten-year erection...

Fecal Beat

clip removed due to extreme annoyingness factor



I've been informed by my editor that I am to cover all matters poo in addition to happenings in what most of you bastards call "the middle."

I approach this task as religious types respond to their "calling." I am both captivated and repulsed by poo in the same way I imagine the clergy's worshipful adoration of the heavenly father must be thick with fear. I have lived my life in the shadow of poo.

I am absolutely disgusted by flatulence because if I can smell it that must mean there are poo particles in the air and therefore being brought into my mouth with each breath and covering my face. However, I can't seem to help pooking people in the pooper when I see a good target. Now that you know you're getting your information from from a qualified source, let us discuss the above video.

Some Japanese candid camera show is playing a "trick" on poor unsuspecting people who are simply trying to privately allow their excretory systems to finish a days work. The mark enters the porta-potty and is given the requisit amount of time to get properly situated to pee-pee or pass a BM. The base of the toilet is then lifted into the air putting a very private act on very public display. Matters are intesified by the Asian "squatter" style john, raising the chance of acutally seeing a log of the nasty hanging out of a butt.

This is beyond cruel, and if it's not criminal then it should be. Not only is it just so horribly embarrassing for the unwilling participant, but the innocent passerbys could very well be emotionally scared by the experience. And then there is the worst case scenario... a real live shit storm. Someones' urine or worse, acutal feces, might be taken of course by the suprised and scared producer of said products or by the wind blowing through the now open air bathroom. I can't really contemplate that anymore, my skin is crawling.

DARPA: your tax-payer dollars hard at work

First it was mine-detecting dolphins and remote-controlled sharks and now it is human cannonballs.
New Scientist magazine reported in May that the Pentagon's cutting-edge research agency, DARPA, is considering a human-launching device that works like a cannon, to blast special-forces troops (and maybe firefighters and police officers) at just the right trajectory so that they land on hard-to-reach locations, such as rooftops. One of the patent application diagrams is pictured below just to give you sense how high-tech the device is.

Our new blogger's new name....

Yesterday was a big day for BlogNAC as our dear friend Sarah joined the 'NAC as our "special" Midwestern correspondent. However, as part of the reinvention of the BlogNAC many of us have assumed nom de plumes to better capture our alter ego blogging personalities. My blogging name, Volberbling, is a tribute to my gangster rap-loving, 24 inch rolling, platinum chain and diamond-studded mouthpiece-wearing weekend self. Anyway, Sarah just doesn't cut it on the new 'Nac so I have created a poll to ask you, the reader, what we should call Sarah.

Your Wednesday nights will never be the same.

Heidi Klum is pregnant again and that can only mean one thing: "Project Runway" is back, bitches. Unfortunately, our dear friend and perrenial loser, Daniel Franco, will not be joining the cast (pictured below) for the third season. Based solely on the photo below I think my early favorite to win it all is the straight African-American male in the bottom right hand corner.

"Project Runway 3" will launch on Wednesday, July 12 at 10:00 p.m. ET/PT, which means that I will have to stop watching "The Hills" on MTV, which may be over by then anyway.

I am eagerly awaiting the premiere of PR3. I will hop into bed and wrap my long lanky limbs around my body pillow named "Heidi" and marvel at Michael Kors witty one-liners.

Who Hasn’t Been Looking for that Small Town Fair w/ a Sci-Fi Flair???

Summer is the season of uninterrupted festivals. Art fairs, food fests, state fairs, farmers markets, and town carnivals are pretty much ubiquitous across this nation, yes?

Sweet Jesus, I love ‘em all. This is probably due to the fact that these festivals have my most favorite thing in the world, a plethora outdoor food stands where you can get all the greasy eats under the sun.

mmmm…Giant Turkey Legs…

The fact that the US has pitifully few open-air food stands that function on a year round basis is one of my number one motivations for emmigration... but probably an issue for another post entirely.

Moving on, all regions have their own smaller, more obscure, sometimes down right loony summer festivals, but I’m pretty sure my home state has birthed the most ridiculous = fanfuckingtabulous fest of all time….

Pack your bags and head down to the 22nd Annual Trek Fest in Riverside, Iowa this weekend! For all of you culturally dense people out there, James T. Kirk, captain of the starship Enterprise, will be born in Riverside on March 22, 2233. Seriously, it’s totally official.

"The festival tries to balance a small town fair that James T. Kirk may experience with a Science Fiction theme. When you visit you will see small town staples like a demolition derby, truck and tractor pull, rides, live music, as well as a sci-fi vendor area, costume contest, and Star Trek themed events."

These events include, but are not limited too:

Spockapalooza featuring the band Super Size Seven (mostly a cover band playing the rockin’ tunes of various artists from Blondie to Hoobastank)

Two different installments of Cow Chip Bingo! (Cow chips are poo)

A parade














A greased pig contest

A Trekkie costume contest

















Have you ever seen any one in TNG wearing glasses?! Lightweights…









And viewings of Star Trek as well as past Trek Fest footage in a place simply titled “Red Barn”




Looks like Kirk stumbled into a wormhole, and breaching the space-time continuum, has been able to attend the festival taking place centuries before his birth.

This festival, already attracting people “from as far away as Finland” will certainly only blow-up more after this new Star Trek: The Early Years movie comes out staring Hotty McTotty Matt Damon as Kirk.

F-ing brilliant people.

BlogNAC welcomes Sarah

Occasionally mistaken by passers by as "slow" or "handicapped," Sarah is exceptionally gifted, and not in the Special Olympics sense. We are extremely excited to have Sarah "name to be decided shortly" Kalhorn join BlogNAC as our midwest correspondent.

"Is that a primate in your pocket?"

Why yes it is...
The Microcebus Mittermeieri (pictured above) is just one of three new mouse lemurs discovered in Madagascar's tropical forest in recent weeks. Apparently if you squeeze them, their tongue and eyeballs pop out like those Iggy Pop toys.

When I was a young school girl all the other little girls had Polly Pockets and Tamogatchis. Daddy wouldn't let me have either and I never forgave him for that. But, now that I am a man I make my own rules and I am going to get a whole family of mouse lemurs to play with me all the time. I will get enough mouse lemurs so that when I lose a couple of them like the pieces of a Polly Pocket and kill a few like any good virtual pet owner, I will still have several to play with.

It's ronery, so ronery...

Sometimes I feel like I don't have no co-bloggers
Sometimes I feel like my only friends are the readers and emailers
The emailer called Sandro
As lonely as i am
Together we cry

Well, I am not going to cry because I am work, but I might if I was at home.

The truth of the matter is that it's lonely over here at Blognac these days. Other than that email I received yesterday from a reader of this blog, there is little evidence of life here among the bloggers. Even fan favorite Spamchez has been absent lately :(. Maybe it is all the ta-ta-tacular tales of lactivist extremists or maybe it is something else...

Celebrity Lactivist Extremists

Mollygood.com, the best celebrity related blog online these days, has joined the anti-lactivist extremist movement sweeping Starbucks's's's and the blogs, reporting that extremism exists within the Hollywood celebrity lactivist community. Apparently, Kate Beckinsale is the Osama bin Lactatin of the lactivist community...


Kate Beckinsale has revealed she could squirt milk out of breasts and across the room after giving birth.

The 'Underworld: Evolution' star says she developed the unusual skill while breastfeeding daughter Lily, her child from her relationship with actor Michael Sheen.

Beckinsale - who is now married to film director Len Wiseman - told US chat show host Jay

Leno: "I do miss breastfeeding. I was good at it. I got more than my fair share - I could hit the wall from quite a distance! I do have some useless talents."

If the Bacon Shoe doesn't fit you must acquit.

I regularly receive emails. I occasionally receive emails from friends. I rarely receive emails from strangers who read this blog. So, it was a happy day today when I received an email earlier from an individual who claims to be a longtime reader this blog.

The purpose of this individual's email was quite simply: Bacon Shoe, so when I clicked on the link provided I thought I would end up with a pair of bacon shoes or at least a pair of pig sandals.

I was mistaken. What I found on the other end of the url was video of what appears to be a musical group call Bacon Shoe playing live at a bar/club. I immediately was hooked, at first by the bacon that Mr. Ruggles was cooking on stage and once my boss left the office by the "music."

A little about Bacon Shoe from Kansas City's The Pitch: "This trio — consisting of an MC (Lethal D) who raps about sex and disease, a hype man ('Toine) who shouts out the number of beers he happens to be holding and calls himself "the cocktopus" (because I got eight dicks), and a guy in a paramedic suit and mangled dog-head mask (Mr. Ruggles) who cooks bacon on a griddle onstage and distributes it to the crowd — treads the line recklessly between insult and tribute.


Bacon Shoe, when you are in DC let me know, I got the booze, you got the bacon.

Update: The emailer was not a stranger at all, but a dear friend and Black, White and Pink party-going enthusiast Sandro. I apologize for any emotional trauma that my calling you a stranger may have had.

With parents like these, who needs friends?

My parents are pretty cool even by San Francisco standards, but they have nothing on these two parents in Arizona. Unfortunately, the Arizona couple will not be seeing much of their children after police arrested the Chandler parents, accusing them of giving marijuana to their young sons as a reward for good behavior. I have heard of parents rewarding their children with a couple bucks after completing their chores, but to reward your 12 and 11 year olds with a gram of marijuana each after watering your own marijuana plants is questionable parenting, even by my own standards.

In other marijuana-parenting related news, the second season of Weeds (otherwise known as the only reason to watch Showtime) is set to debut shortly. It is a really entertaining show and I highly recommend it.

World Cupful of Milk

The World Cup has begun in Germany, which means that drunk freaks outnumber sober citizens in the European country by at least 2:1. What is more concerning is the fact that these drunken hooligans are recklessly breastfeeding in public, endangering not only good taste but the safety of their little hooligans.

Bowling for Kid's Sake

A brief public service announcement: If you know me, you know that, like Trick Daddy, I "love the kids." You might also know that I also love bowling. So, when an opportunity comes along to bowl and help the children I cannot pass it up. I encourage you to join me and find your local chapter of Big Brothers Big Sisters and "Bowl for Kids' Sake."

However, charitable causes are not the point of this post. The point is that this weekend Colin "Nasty Nate" Platt was in DC. While the weekend was full of memorable moments I don't remember or don't care to recount most of them and there is no documentary accounting of them to share with you.

What I will divulge and did document is our bowling outing last night at the swanky Lucky Strike bowl at the Verizon Center. Accompanying myself, "Dirty Ding" and "Nasty Nate" was Beth "Bethamphetamine", who generously allowed us full access to her apartment compex's pool yesterday.

At the bowling ally, "Nasty Nate" tried to change his nom de guerre to something really stupid, but because this is my blog I won't even dignify the propsed name change by acknowledging it. What I am willing to acknowledge is that his Nastiness bowled one hell of a game, recording a personal best 146. after bowling a strike.

Below: "Nasty Nate" after bowling one of his several strikes and soiling himself drinking Bud Light in the bathroom.

Below: "Bethamphetamine" as photographed from the top of "Dirty Ding's" fully extended Go-Go Inspector Gadget Arms.

Bubble Boy v. Vending Machine Boy

I see your bubble boy and raise you a vending machine boy.

A Walmart somewhere in the great state of Indians circa 2005....
A 3-year-old boy upset that his mother wouldn't let him use a crane vending machine to try to win a small stuffed animal took matters in his own hands. He climbed up the chute to get the prize himself.

Danielle Manges said she took her eyes off her son, James, for a moment to pick up a juice bottle he threw. When she looked up, he was in with the plush toys. Manges said people leaving the store went back inside to buy disposable cameras to take photos of her son. She bought one herself.

She became upset, however, when Wal-Mart employees said they did not have a key to let James out.

If you needed another reason to not shop at Walmart I think the illegal trade of small children for sale in vending machines should qualify.

In other news: Google Trends confirms our long held suspicions that St. Louis, MO is indeed the Bubble Boy capital of the world.

"Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, but...."

Henry Mora, 63, began digging two weeks ago after his gold detector picked up a signal near his front patio. 60-feet later the Montclair, CA homeowner was left with a giant hole in his lawn, filled with with illegal immigrants, but no gold.

"It was still beeping, and that just gave me the idea to keep digging" Mora acknowledged his search for buried treasure was getting "totally out of hand." Yet when asked whether he regrets starting the dig, Mora was conflicted.


A neighbor who saw the mound of dirt growing on Mora's lawn became concerned and called authorities Tuesday. Fire officials responding to the home found two men (undoubtedly illegal immigrants) inside the unreinforced hole, using a bucket and rope to remove dirt.

"We told him, 'You're done,'" Montclair fire Capt. Rich Baldwin said. "It's amazing no one got killed."

Bored at work? Go gold-digging here.

Running slowly with C.J. Parker and Jessica Simpson

Singer/actress Jessica Simpson amused Pamela Anderson at a recent party, when she asked the former "Baywatch" star how to run slowly.

Simpson was overheard asking Anderson, "How did you guys run so slowly in the opening scene of 'Baywatch'?" Anderson went on to explain the concept of filming in slow motion to Simpson.

Pamela Anderson's uncle lives down the street from my parents in SF. He is a large man and a slow runner.

Other things that maybe running a little slower today: Ashlee Simpson's nose, which was recently downsized.

BlogNAC's Baby Mama of the Month

I have been inexplicably saying "boom" a lot lately and I hate myself for it, but when I said it this morning it just felt right.

While we at BlogNAC have got in the habit of honoring exceptional babies in our "Baby of the Month Club" feature, we have neglected to fully honor the women that make this cuteness possible. We have had a fair share of baby mama drama over the months, ( see run-ins with hacker baby mamas, elderly and cripled baby mamas, and gorgeous supermodel baby mamas), but nothing as consistent or as revering as the baby mamas that we will be rolling out for you over the next several months.

Before I introduce BlogNAC's First Official Baby Mama of the Month I wanted to lay down some rhymes from one of the hottest songs to drop in the last five years, Fantasia Barrino's appropriately titled "Baby Mama."

B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas

Without further adieu I present the first installment of BlogNAC's "Baby Mama of the Month." Meet Mrs. June Qiao Yubo.

The most amazing thing about her pregnancy is not that her circumference (5 feet 7 inches) exceeds her height (5 feet 5 inches), or that she eats seven meals a day or that cabbies are afraid to have her in their cars. What's truly remarkable is that she's only five months along.

She and her husband, of Songyuan, China, are expecting at least five babies.

"I'll see you after class"

I am glad that the days of hot teachers having sex with their barely pubescent pupils is over, so we can return to good old-fashioned teacher-on-teacher sex. It is cleaner, doesn't usually involve charges of rape and can often be easily explained as sex education in practice or advanced anatomical instruction.

From L to R: Mary Kay Letourneau and her manchild husband, and Debra Lefave(orite teacher)
It seems like these freaky teachers are all in Florida.

Just last week two middle school teachers in Tampa resigned after students saw them having sex in a classroom, the Hillsborough County school district said.

Frances J. Sepulveda, 30, and Bryant J. Wilburn, 29, said they had sex in the classroom during school hours on "one or two occasions." They resigned last month after two students at Coleman Middle School reported they saw the teachers having sex. The classroom door was locked and a window was covered with paper, but a boy and a girl told school officials they could see inside.

Of course Ms. Sepulveda is a Spanish teacher and Mr. Wilbur is a P.E. instructor.

Our Messiah.

The world's most highly anticipated baby is here. While you may think I'm talking about Alex's baby-in-a-burger, I am referring, in fact, to baby Brangelina. Before showing you a picture, let's get some background on the baby.

Her name:
Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt. Shiloh (does anyone else agree with me that this is a boy's name?) is Hebrew for peaceful, though it can also be used to refer to the messiah. Nouvel is a masculinized form of the French word for "new" (the real masculine form is nouveau, or feminine nouvelle). Jolie means pretty. And Pitt means, well, pitt. In summation? This baby is a pretty new messiah (pitt). Now, if this wasn't the kid of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, I would say that that's a pretty lofty name to give your child. But you never know, maybe this is our messiah.

Her birthplace:

Shiloh's first glimpse of the world happened in the Cottage Medi-Clinic in Swakopmund, Namibia. It may not look like much, but the 70-bed private hospital, says a source, features a modern maternity ward.

And if you're thinking "Born in Namibia? What?!" don't worry. Not only did Angelina fly in three doctors from Cedars-Sinai so she wouldn't have to worry about Namibian nurses tending to her baby, Shiloh also has a $9 million oceanfront house in Malibu to go home to. She'll be fine.

More interesting facts:
- 57% of Namibia's population think that Shiloh's birthday should be a national holiday
- For the final two months of her pregnancy, Pitt, Jolie, and the Jolie-Pitt children stayed in the Burning Shore resort, spending $5,000 a night (quick math: that's $300,000 for their lodging alone in Namibia).
- It is being said that the baby has "mom's plush lips and dad's blue eyes." As if it wasn't going to be pretty enough already.

And, finally, the picture...


(What I'm most curious about on this cover is the "Car Crash Mix-Up: What Went Wrong.")

Poor Jennifer Aniston. At least she gets Vince Vaughn. That's compensation for no longer being married to Brad Pitt. Right?

Bow-Ow-Ow

I often have been told that I look like a young Snoop Dogg, but that is entirely beside the point. The real point is that it has become dangerous to traffic in dead and dying dogs. A secondary point is that the weapon of choice for retaliation against these dead-dog-dealers is often the dead dog itself.

Case in Point.

A woman angry that her new puppy had died pushed her way into a dog breeder's home and repeatedly hit her on the head with the dead Chihuahua, authorities said.

The breeder wrestled the woman out of her house to the front porch, where the woman then hit the breeder over the head numerous times with the dead puppy.

That led the dog owner to get in her car -- taking the dead puppy with her, which she waved from the sunroof as she drove off.

Police aren't identifying the woman, but say she could face burglary and assault charges. The breeder wasn't seriously hurt.
If you are bored at work and want to practice killing Chihuahuas I suggest Wak-a-Chihuahua.

Recollections of a Wrigley Field Restroom

Chicago used to be famous for its slaughterhouses. Thousands of cattle a day would be shipped in boxcars from ranches in the West to be killed, dismembered and repackaged for consumption in cities and states to the East. It was a feat of applied scientific management and it was beautiful.

The bathrooms at Wrigley Field operate very much like the stockyards and slaughterhouses of yesteryear, except without the beauty. Men are herded in like cattle through two sets of swinging doors from which they cannot leave, their fate being sealed. Once inside the restroom men with the hands on their flies trudge drunkenly down the trough-lined gauntlet. As soon as a space at the trough is vacated a pissful man stumbles to fill it whipping out his manhood in the process. The odd thing is the writhing sea of men never stops moving toward the exit at the opposite end of the room. Men in mid-stream side-stepping toward the door, businessmen with cellphones in one hand and their manhood in the other moving to the exit, sunburned behemoths pissing and walking, drunkards errantly spraying and stumbling toward the light at the end of room, mulleted tourists Kentuck Waterfalling in the trough and trudging toward the door.

What it's like to date R. Kelly...

The Bangkok Post is reporting the Malaysians are pooing-pooing new toilets.

Malaysia's plan to place "designer: toilets with urinals in the shape of musical instruments and open mouths received public disapproval and disgust, a local poll said Thursday.The fancy urinals are set to be built in public restrooms in Malaysia's capital Kuala Lumpur in a move to make the toilets more attractive, Deputy Housing and Local Government Minister Robert Lau was quoted as saying earlier this week.

Some of the possible urinal designs included an open mouth with painted red lips and a pink tongue, a clown's face with wide open mouth and bright red lips, as well as urinals designed to look like musical instruments, a report by the New Straits Times daily said.

If you are as interested in urinals as I am you may also want to check out the work of San Francisco-based artist Clark Sorensen who has crafted beautiful flower shaped urinals.

The Albaphin: Making of the First Celebrity/Dolphin Hybrid

Ten years ago when Jessica Alba was working on the television show Flipper she worked closely with a number of dolphins.

What we didn't know until now was how closely Alba worked with her waterbound costars. According to a recent interview with MTV this is what Ms. Alba had to say about her costars' sexual inclinations:

"I don't know if anybody knows this but dolphins get excited, even when you are a human being - and they have long, long... (penises). I didn't know this until I was being poked by a few of them, which was very rude. I think I learned my lesson. ... because those are horny little bastards."

This story is the most conclusive evidence to date that Dolphins are indeed the world's second most intelligent species.

June's Baby of the Month...

Yum....Baby Burger.....

BlogNAChicago Style

BlogNAC Bloggers Alex and Becky along with accomplice Tony "Killing Me Softly" Forte visited Chicago over Memorial Day weekend to see our dear friends Sarah and Margaret. Highlights of the trip included a Cubs game, a day at the Indiana Dunes State Park, an architechtural boat tour of downtown Chicago, and a barbeque at the park. Bloggers Alex and Becky in matching Juan Pierre jerseys outside the historic Wrigley Field and in front of the beloved Harry Caray statue.
The Cubs lose 6-5 after leading the whole game.
Becky with the Mullet. We spent many minutes tracking this mullet inside the stadium and outside the gates before making our move and documenting its existence. I think this mullet would be classified as a "Kentucky Waterfall" but because Mullets Galore has become unnecessarily complex I can't be certain that this classification is accurate. On Saturday we went to the beach in Indiana to enjoy the beautiful day. There were some low points however. We were sold some cottage cheese masquerading as sun tan lotion and narrowly escaped certain conversion by a roaming gang of Christian evangelists. Afterwards we visted quaint Chesterton, IN to sample the local variety of DQ's Blizzard (AKA Belly Buster) before heading back to the city.

On Sunday we went on a boat tour of architecture of down town Chicago. I got sun burned.

After the boat tour we headed to the park for a lil Memorial Day weekend barbeque.

Look at those beautiful strong women carrying those heavy bags filled with food and drink for the barbeque. Criticism that I did not carry anything during the trip is clearly refuted by this photo which proves beyond reasonable doubt that i was not only carrying a camera, but also using it.

It was a great weekend.