If there was a ever a question as to the reason we are the "fattest city in America," then you need to click here: NewsNet5 Live Video at Papa John's
UPDATE: OK, fans are waiting FIVE HOURS in line for a 23-cent pizza. Seems to me that time is much more valuable than saving a mere TEN DOLLARS on a freaking pizza. Seriously, do you people have JOBS?
UPDATE: it is ten o'clock pm. There are STILL people in line at Papa Johns. I feel very sad for my people in this country.
I have a bit of a clue to give any female that works in sports: If you can't handle that males are already "immaturish" and "over-sexed," then you, milady, whom is offended by a freaking DOLL, should not be working in baseball. You sound miserable… and like you need to get laid. I mean, it might be against policy, but most the baseball players I know are up for a good shag. And fuck me for saying too much, but women should NOT be allowed in men's locker rooms. Call me old-fashioned.
Like, seriously? What the hell did the "Top Mom" group expect? Happy Mother's Day to MY MOM. She gets my award, with a gold star for my affliction for colored language (I take after her side on that trait). Love you mom! By the way, how cute is it that I'm a Mother's Day baby — and I was my mom's first of seven. Yes, that folks, is a woman worthy of an award, not some bleached-out, tanorexic stage mom that uses her daughter to propel her own fame. While I am disgusted at the novelty of "Keeping Up With the Kardashians," I often wonder how hilarious a reality show our family would create. We got the hot sisters portion down pat!
But thankfully, my father is not Bruce Jenner.
And ANOTHER thing, I rode behind this chick this morning (doesn't that sound dirty?) in an AWESOME brand new black Jeep Wrangler with the words "I'm Bossy" written in fun, graduation colors on her rear window. Seriously though, the only thing she's "boss" of is her propensity to be obnoxious. Thanks for the graduation present, Moms and Dads! But where's the matching Prada bag?" Puke. OK, I may be bitter because my first car was an '88 Hyundai Excel hatchback. If anyone's the boss, it's me, learning how to change flat tires on freeway ramps and getting in through the back lift when I locked my keys in the ignition.
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