Shady's Back...Tell a Friend!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Tu Rock Es Votar

Is it not bad enough that they want our jobs, our education, and our healthcare…now they want to jack our youth voter empowerment movement too?* Damn you Mexico for wanting a democracy built on equal representation of all ages and walks of life! And Damn you MTV for delivering it to them on a silver platter. I hope after robbing us of “Rock the Vote” they set their sites on Paris Hilton.

*LuLu does not actually believe that Mexicans are trying to jack our jobs, education, and healthcare, and is actually psyched to see the youth of Mexico engaged in the future of their country. However, she does believe, wish, and hope that Mexico will consider ridding us of Paris Hilton. Perhaps we could trade her for some delicious quesadillas.

Yes Sir, I am Brad Pitt & I am Here for my $22,000

A Jordanian man is on trial this week, charged with forgery and embezzlement, after creating a fake ID using a photo of American Super Hunk, Brad Pitt. The man downloaded the picture off of the internet and created the ID using Brad’s picture, and a faux Arabic name in an attempt to swindle the exchange house where his brother worked out of $22K in unclaimed cash.

There are a few rules from “The Good Bandits Guide to Embezzlement and Forgery” that this guy seems to have forgotten. 1.) When attempting to defraud an establishment using a fake ID, you use your REAL picture, or the picture of a person who resembles you, combined with an alias. The purpose of the fake ID is to avoid telling the person who you are defrauding your real name, not to fool them about what you look like. Unless you are robbing a bank run by blind people, then anything goes. 2.) If you ignore rule one and decide to use a fake photo on your fake ID, simply use the internet to find a free, low-resolution picture. Avoid searching for “most photographed and recognized American Actor who is in the news ALL the time these days after having an affair and a baby with most photographed and recognized American Actress.” I feel bad for this guy because last time I checked, Jordanian prisons no longer hold "Who Did the Stupidest Thing to Get Sent Here" contests. He's a day late and $22,000 short I 'spose.

I also wonder if Brad Pitt realizes that if he moves to Jordan he can be married to Angelina Jolie AND Jennifer Aniston (best of both worlds!) AND he doesn’t have to go to the DMV because somebody already made him an ID! Hizzzaaah!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Hooters Offends Some More People with its Wholesome Family Fun

According to the Washington Post, the Los Angeles Department of Animal Services is takin’ some heat these days after agreeing to allow funds from a bikini contest sponsored by the delicious restaurant Hooters to be donated to its “Big Fix” Spay and Neuter Program. Apparently, nobody cleared the creation of a naughty flier for the event, which Hooters is calling “Hooters for Neuters”, and the Los Angeles City Council is hootin’ mad. They feel that the event is degrading to women and shouldn’t be associated with a city funded department. I would tend to disagree. I think that if this event degrades anyone, it is the innocent dogs and cats of LA County. In effect, it tells these poor homeless creatures, “We don’t care enough about you, or your reproductive organs, or your welfare to just donate some cash. If you want us to show you the Benjamins so you can stop havin’ babies that get into our trash, and carry rabies, and run around all unloved and uncared for, you had better pony up some bikini clad ladies and some tasty wings.” That’s what I call cruelty to animals.

Either way, the Department of Animal Services has announced on their website that they will not accept funds from the Hooters event. This is sad because I’m sure they, and the animals they serve, could use the money. In a rather odd twist, the main complaint about the event and its degradation of women came from LA City Controller Laura Chick. Insert joke about how a woman who calls herself Chick can complain about Hooters degrading women HERE.


Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Pickles will be the death of me!

No words are really needed here. Check this out!

Rush Limbaugh Back on Drugs

If you are like me, you thought that Rush Limbaugh lost what little credibility he ever had when he admitted to being a prescription drug abusing hypocrite back in 2003. Well, it turns out that he still had a shred of dignity to lose. Caught yesterday at the Palm Beach International Airport with a bottle of Viagra that wasn’t prescribed to him, Limbaugh has proven that he has actually gone off the deep end, as evidenced by the fact that he believed he could actually get some! Now, we all know that drug abuse is no laughing matter, but Rush Limbaugh getting caught at the airport with a bottle of ED drugs is! We wish Rush all the best with “recovery” and hope that the recent embarrassment doesn’t send him running back to the painkillers.

Monday, June 26, 2006

"Hispanics Love Loud Music"

I'd like to share with you all an interesting exchange I had at work today with a customer. Here's the backstory....

I was standing at the front door helping to seat people when a lady walked in the door and inquired about the band that was setting up on the stage (btw, the band consisted of 4 50 year old white people, a fact kinda important for the story). Here's how the exchange went:

Scooter: Hi, how are you?

Racist McRacerson: Um, Is the band just getting ready to begin or just finishing up?

Scooter: Well, they are setting up, but they aren't scheduled to start to for another hour so if you wanted to eat without the music, you'd have plenty of time.

Racist McRacerson: Oh good. Because I've realized that I hate everything about Maryland!

Scooter: (puzzled, confused, and silent.....silent....silent, not knowing what to say back).

Racist McRacerson: (starting to get kinda nasty and frantic). Well, I just know that they are gonna play a bunch of loud awful music to draw in all the Hispanics with their minimum wage. Thats what they do around here, just fill the place with immigrants. You know that's not how it is in the rest of the country.

Scooter: (again, silent but only momentarily. Although the customer is always right, I personally feel this doesn't extend to the blatantly racist ones. That said, Scooter does not like confrontation and is a bit uneasy.....). I don't think that is the case. I'm sorry but I don't think so. That's not why we have live music.

Racist McRacerson: No, it is. That's the way it is around here.

Scooter: (Silence, kinda done here).

Racist McRacerson: Well i'll just eat somewhere else then (and leaves).

Scooter: Ok, whose next?

So a couple thoughts about this I'd like to get feedback on?

1). Why would someone that hates on Hispanics come to a tex mex restaurant? I can only think of it as a "hate the person, love the food." The Hispanic equivalent of the gay version: "Hate the sin, love the sinner"

2). Who says this kind of shit in public? I mean have your opinions on immigration, but keep the blatantly racist crap to yourself.

3). If this woman is not from the area, where has she been going in Maryland where loud music is blared in order to attract the minimum wage illegals?

Well thats all for now

Friday, June 23, 2006

This Just In...K-Fed is my Inspiration!

My sister has been all over me because she wants this to be more of a celebrity gossip blog and I’ve told her that since I don’t have any sources for celebrity gossip, I would just be jacking it from people who do and that is called being a hack.

That being said, I feel like this HAS to be passed along. It is a piece from our favorite celebrity gossip site, The Superficial and since we know many of you are “intellectual” types who don’t “frequent celebrity gossip sites” you might miss this article about the soon-to- be-failed rapper Kevin Federline helping promote the cause of "Saving the Penny" (not saving in the bank...he doesn't do that. In fact, I imagine the only reason he cares about pennies is because he thinks 10 of them can get him a dime bag, which isn't the case, but I digress.). Missing this article would be sad because it is PURE GOLD. It makes me laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh because no matter what happens in my life, I will always be smarter than K-Fed, and cry because he will always have a bigger sideways trucker hat collection than mine.

A couple of afterthoughts….on “Save the Penny”, I’m definitely PRO-penny. If the penny went away, what would children use to feed the seals at the zoo? And if K-Fed “does” charity, will he A.) Knock it up twice, cheat on it and dump it, or B.) Knock it up twice, stay with it while it walks in and out of truck stop bathrooms barefoot, marry it, and ride the gravy train straight to rap stardom? Me thinks the latter.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Doug Duncan: I just can't compete with that cute boyish face!

So its happened. Doug Duncan has conceded that he's got nothing in the looks department compared to Martin O'Malley, so he is dropping out of the race for governor. This is FANTASTIC news for Maryland DEMS as now there is no worry about getting bogged down in a nasty primary. As for our non-democrat reader base out there (we know you're out there lurking in the shadows), all I can say is can Bob Ehrlich pull this off?.........

Didn't think so!

But in all seriousness folks, the current speculation is that Duncan is really withdrawing because he is suffering from Clinical Depression. While Lulu and I are glad the MD race is down to Mano Y Mano, neither of us rejoice at the apparent reason behind it. We both wish Doug Duncan and his family all the best in getting over this very serious illness.

Monday, June 19, 2006


So one of the best things about Rehoboth Beach is playing Whack-A-Mole. However I wonder if, in such a progressive town they couldn't make it more fun with this version, Whack-A-Bigot

Have fun giving 'ole Santorum the boot. Of course if while at it you wanna donate some money, then even better.

Or just skip the fun and give Bob Casey some money!!

You're Not That Important

Nobody cares what you have to say. Your conversation bores us. No, your conversation enrages us. Did I even ask you what you were doing tonight? Or what you had for dinner last night?

Oh wait, don't go to another website. Come back......I'm not talking to YOU. Clearly if you're at the GTB (that's the Good Times Blog) I do care what you have to say.

I'm talking about the obnoxious guy sitting next to me in panera, ruining my Pick Two pepperblue steak and french onion soup combo. I mean seriously, how am I supposed to enjoy this delish sandwich (which appears to be a nutritious lunch but in actuality is worse than a big mac combo meal). Why is he ruining my lunch you ask? Because he's a nextel subscriber. So you have to talk on your phone during lunch? Fair enough. But for the love of God, the 20 or so of us in your immediate surrounding don't need to hear your whole conversation. Oh and not to mention that unneccesarily loud "walkie talkie" BEEP between each speaking turn:

Guy on other side of phone conversation: "So what do you wan't me to do about it?"
Annoying Nextel Subsriber: "Well as long as you can guarantee a good job, I don't need you to put it in writing"

Oh and in case you were wondering, the conversation was about new kitchen cabinets. My lunch was ruined over kitchen cabinets! Oh, and also, my vacation was fantastic. Super relaxing. Can't you tell?


Dog Receives Prestigious Award, Scooter and Lulu Still Awaiting Recognition

A news blurb on NPR this morning alerted me to the fact that hero dog Belle, who used a cell phone to dial 911 when her owner had a diabetic seizure, is coming to Washington, D.C. today to receive the prestigious VITA Wireless Samaritan Award. This is an incredibly heartwarming story, but I have one nagging thought:

“By simply licking and sniffing the tip of Weaver's nose several times a day, Belle can detect through taste and smell Weaver's blood sugar levels. When his levels drop below normal, Belle warns Weaver buy[SIC] whining and pawing at him…Weaver awoke that day feeling badly. Belle whined and pawed at her owner, but Weaver misinterpreted Belle's actions as a sign that she needed to go out. Within minutes, he slipped into a diabetic seizure.”
ORLANDO, Fla., May 26 /PRNewswire

My only question, couldn’t a dog, that has been trained to dial 911, on a cell phone that probably had really TINY buttons, be taught 2 completely DIFFERENT actions, one for “I need to poop.”, the other for “You are going to have a seizure…now.”

It is just an idea. I of course am in no place to judge since if I have a seizure, my dog has been trained to stare out the window and bark at plants.

*The dog pictured is not Belle. This is a different dog that also makes phone calls.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

The Happiest Lasagna on Earth

Please don’t ask how I found this recipe. Let’s just say you’d be surprised what comes up when you search recipezaar for “Cigarettes Wrapped in Bacon”. It vaguely reminds me of a dish I dreamed up one night called “Dream Pie”. It was made completely of candy. I’m thinking about attempting this one at home, but I think it would be better if, in addition to the crumbled pound cake, I topped it with bacon…or Jack Daniels. I’ll have to check with Britney and K-Fed to see how they fix it up trailer style.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Lady Phelps...You Been Baaadddd

Never in a million years would I have guessed that I would give Fox News props, but this is GREAT. Check out the interview with Shirley Phelps-Roper, daughter of Fred Phelps, founder of Westboro Baptist Church. When FOX NEWS calls out your bigotry, you know you’ve been bad. Make sure you watch the whole thing…she calls the reporter a bimbo. Oh, and notice the hyphenated name. She’s married. In case any of you single boys were getting any ideas. Her husband is Brent Roper, he’s a real winner. And before you all complain, yes I know that link to Roper is from Wikipedia. Thanks to Gil for the tip!

The End of an Era

Reading the Washington Post yesterday, my sister stumbled upon something that I feel deserves a moment of reflection; Vera’s White Sands has changed ownership. For those of you who don’t know, Vera’s White Sands is simply the best restaurant, probably in the world, definitely in Southern Maryland. Although I spent every summer of my childhood in Calvert County, I didn’t actually make it to Vera’s until one night in college when we couldn’t find anything else to do. The first time we ventured in for dinner we were so creeped out by the place that we thought it must be some sort of ghost restaurant, or a portal to another dimension. There was LIVE music (a man playing Barry Manilow on a freestanding keyboard), there was diverse clientele (a man in a Shirley Temple wig and a sailor dress sipping martinis at the bar), and there was food (I hesitate to say delicious…I had the Chicken Satay…at Vera’s, that meant boiled chicken topped with baked peanut butter). We quickly learned to always eat BEFORE you go, and always order the Mystery Drink (which it turns out is just a Sex on the Beach). For a couple of college kids living the life in Southern Maryland, Vera’s meant a break from the ordinary, something that was uniquely Southern Maryland and uniquely our own.

In the years since, I have grown to love Vera’s White Sands. I remember the time we went to Vera’s and Vera herself was acting as hostess. We asked for a table for 5 and she scanned the completely empty restaurant and asked “Do you have a reservation?” When we told her no, she scanned again, looked dismayed and said she might be able to fit us at the 4-top in the front. I realized then that she looks at her restaurant and sees it as it was in its prime. I began to look at it the same way. I’m sad to see Vera’s change hands, but I am glad that Vera is happy with what her legacy has become (and that the place wasn’t bulldozed altogether). Today I will listen to “Copacabana” and remember all the good times I had there, back when you couldn’t eat the food. I encourage you all to read the stellar article in the Post or if you would like to know more about the fantastic life of Vera Freeman, I have a signed copy of her biography. No, I’m not kidding. Please feel free to post your favorite memories of Vera's in the "comments" section.

BIG News!

You asked and we listened. You told us that picking a username is a really big commitment and you refuse to comment until you come up with a witty, creative, memorable, not dirty one. You, our 4 loyal readers, wanted to be able to comment on our completely awesome blog without registering for now you can! No legitimate blog lacks commentary, so go right ahead and do what you do best, voice your opinion. Please sign your name though so we'll know who you are and who can't spell.

Baby Dogs,
Scooter & LuLu

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Riddle Me This

If you have been wondering if we have already gotten bored with this whole blog thing, you would be 100% incorrect. Scooter is on vacation (because that is what Scooter does) and I am attending a scientific meeting on everything new and exciting in the world of Diabetes research. While here, I have stumbled upon a mystery for you…every diabetes drug makin' pharmaceutical company that is attending this meeting is giving out free CREPES...why? Now, I’m no Doctor, but aren’t crepes exactly the sort of thing diabetics are supposed to stay away from? Call me crazy, but it smells to me like those bastards are trying to keep the gravy train rollin’ by making them some new patients. Mmmmm….sweet, sweet, gravy.

P.S. While searching for this picture of Sugar…I found THIS (worth at least 12 seconds of looking and a full minute of wondering how long it takes to dress that squirrel):

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Pat Robertson Has Tickets To the Gun Show

So I was working out with my trainer this week and I asked her “Can you leg press 2,000 pounds?” and she said “Uh, no.” and I replied, “Does it make you angry that Pat Robertson could kick your ass?” She seemed a little shocked by this question, but then again she may have simply been distracted by my incredible athletic prowess, which is often the case, given how incredibly fit I am.

Now, I know that it has been a few weeks since Pat Robertson, age 73, founder of the Christian Coalition, the Christian Broadcasting Network, host of the 700 club…the list goes on and on...announced on his website that back in February 2003 he was able to leg press 2,000 lbs, but I decided to hold off until now to give Pat a chance to retract his assertion.

Don’t get me wrong here; I have a REAL soft spot for Pat Robertson. My super Socialist friends are going to kill me for this, but I just can’t help myself. He’s so old and crazy. I watch his show, under the guise of observing my nemesis, but I really just can’t get enough of him. He’s like Cookie Monster, if Cookie Monster was incredibly judgmental and sort of a bigot. Ok, now that we have cleared up any ideas you had about me hating Pat Robertson, given his age, and recent proclivity towards saying CRAZY stuff (like that time he suggested the US assassinate the President of Venezuela, Hugo Chavez…or that other time that he said God told him that in 2006 the US would be “lashed by storms…may be something as bad as a tsunami in the Pacific Northwest.”…um, that wasn’t God Pat…those were Scientists, and they were talking about Global Warming), I thought I should give the man a break and wait a few weeks before I brought this one up to the group. But yesterday in the Washington Post, they ran an article where Pat reaffirms that he has in fact leg pressed 2,000 lbs. and he was able to prepare for this feat by following a strict regimen of good old fashioned hard work and tasty protein shakes. I couldn’t leave this one alone any longer, even out of respect for the elderly.

Every other sports writer, blogger, and atheist has talked about the 1 million reasons why Pat Robertson leg-pressing 2,000 is as impossible as Paris Hilton scoring higher than me on the SAT’s, but I decided to go a different route. What if we went on the assumption that he DID do it, and that the actual story lies in HOW. Having absolutely zero training in investigative journalism, I was somehow able to infiltrate the Christian Broadcasting Network and obtain for you, our readers, the top-secret recipe for Pat’s Age-Defying Shake, the very shake that made him able to defy all odds and lift 2,000 lbs. without having his eyes pop out of his skull (I can confirm he does still have eyes because I saw him on the 700 Club just last night and if his eyes are glass, he has an uncanny ability to focus them on the camera). You people had better appreciate this because it is virtually impossible to access any real information about protein shakes OR Jesus on the CBN site without registering first. The good news is that by being a registered user, I’ll get news alerts every time they have to send out a press release because Pat has gone and threatened the life of an international leader again. Jim Jones had his Kool-Aid and Pat Robertson has….

Pat’s Age-Defying Shake

6 - 8 ounces of orange juice (water, other juices, low-fat or skim milk can be substituted)
*5 tablespoons soy protein isolate
*5 tablespoons whey protein isolate
2 tablespoons natural apple cider vinegar
1 tablespoon flaxseed oil
1 tablespoon safflower oil
2 tablespoons (or more) soy lecithin
1 teaspoon MSM powder
1 teaspoon glutamine powder
5 - 6 frozen strawberries (other fruits can be substituted)
Non-caloric sweetener to taste
4 - 5 ice cubes (optional, use for a colder shake)

In a standard blender, combine the above ingredients. Blend until the shake is smooth and the ice cubes are crushed.

Other than the occasional free weights, I wouldn’t call myself a “bodybuilder” or a “health nut” so naturally I don’t really know what most of these ingredients are. Given that, I can’t judge the validity of the claim that they do anything worthwhile for your health or lifting abilities. I will tell you that the actual recipe provided on the website is 4 pages long and contains this as a footnote:

“As a footnote, please remember that white flour, refined sugar, and similar products made from white flour and refined sugar are the equivalent of poison to your system. They will bring on any number of ailments and will weaken you in any kind of serious athletic performance. … "

Oh! So it was the sugar and white flour that kept me out of the Olympics. And here I was thinking it was my stature and laziness.

Well, there you have it folks. Once again, the answer to one of life’s greatest mysteries revealed right here on the Good Times Blog, as promised. If anyone would like to volunteer to drink this shake for a month to see if it makes you strong like bull, please leave a note in the comments section.

Labels: , ,

I heart Jon Stewart

Jon Stewart brilliantly ripped Bill Bennett a new one while discussing gay marriage. And lucky for us, it's available for viewing on Why is it that our elected reps who supposedly support gay and lesbian families cannot express this point of view as well as jon stewart.

Here's part of the transcript:

(rough transcript)

Stewart: So why not encourage gay people to join in in that family arrangement if that is what provides stability to a society?

Bennett: Well I think if people are already members of families...

Stewart: What? (almost spitting out his drink)

Bennett: They're sons and they're daughters..

Stewart: So that's where the buck stops, that's the gay ceiling.

Bennett: Look, it's a debate about whether you think marriage is between a man and a women.

Stewart:I disagree, I think it's a debate about whether you think gay people are part of the human condition or just a random fetish.

Robert Redford Isn't the Only Horse Whisperer

This is too hilarious to be made up. All names and contact info have been changed, As Lulu and I fear she can sense our action and may punish us rightly for posting her absurdity.


i am new to XXXX and will be living here for the summer and fall
months this year. miriam has very kindly offered to forward this
email to all of you to allow me to introduce myself to you and the
work that i do.

my name is susie mcsusersan. i am a animal communicator and life
healing coach. as a animal communicator, i talk with domestic,
farm, and wild animals using telepathic communication. because the
conversations are telepathic, i do not need to be in the presence of
the animal, and do most of my work on the telephone. i am always
happy to do a consultation in person if someone lives near me. i
have a conversation with the animal on your behalf. the questions i
ask are your questions, providing you with information about
everything from their quirky or problem behaviors to their health
and quality of life issues. positive change is all about gaining
mutual understanding, negotiating expectations, and love, love,
love. my consultation fee is $50 for anything up to one hour and
then $1 a minute after the first hour. i may be reached at this
email address, , or by phone at
774-555-9393 (cell phone). i would be happy to answer any questions
you may have about my work. as a life healing coach, i help women
who are in transition, or are seeking change, to access their inner
spiritual resources to create a more satisfying and joy filled
life. i do this by energetically scanning your emotional body,
identifying your present challenges and places of flow in your life,
and then help you to move into your spiritual body to find lasting
healing. my consultation fee for coaching is $75. this includes
one hour to do the scan followed by a one and a half hour meeting
with you. i may be reached at the above address and phone number if
you have any questions, or would like to schedule a consultation.

thank you to everyone for welcoming me into the community.
in peace and gratitude

How we single handedly defeated the FMA!

The time is here. You can almost smell it. It is an election year and it is time for the GOP to pull out all the stops and get people on board with the right-wing agenda. Using sophisticated scientific evaluation and well known fact, the GOP has concluded that the best way to get any group to do what you want them to do is to make them afraid. If I was Karl Rove and I had this information, I would probably dress a couple of guys in hockey masks, give them a couple of chainsaws, and have them chase people to the polls. But that's why the GOP didn't hire me…that and my gambling problem. But Karl and the GOP are more manipulative and crafty than I am. They are probably not more creative, or prettier, but definitely craftier. They decided to play at the very thing that people in the middle of America are most afraid of...Gays. Well, gays and immigrants, but today class, we are gonna focus on today’s reappearance of the Federal Marriage Amendment on the Senate schedule.

I don't pretend to know everything about the GOP or their strategy for America. Frankly, that information would probably make me too angry, and take up valuable space in my brain usually reserved for Celebrity Gossip and 1980's TV sitcom trivia. In fact, Scooter is the expert about the links between fear and people's political affiliations (Republicans in general are afraid of least I think I understand his research correctly...he's the valedictorian with the PhD, I made up my own honor society so my family wouldn't know I was the only Biology major who didn't get into one). So I should probably leave that stuff to him, but he's busy, so I'm tackling this for now. Every good motivation can be distilled down to fear. Greed is simply the fear of being poor. If you are motivated by love, you are afraid of loss.

So what is it that the opponents of gay marriage are so afraid of? That is the million dollar question and the conclusion I have come to is that even THEY don’t know what it is they are afraid of. The answers we so often hear are that it threatens families, it harms children, and it targets the very foundation of our society. But if you try to dig a little further and ask "Uh, how?" there is never an answer, just more vague statements about polygamy and pedophilia (both of which are completely unrelated to gay people or their marriages).

I guess when it comes down to it, there doesn't have to be any real threat to make people scared and that is why the FMA showed up on the Senate schedule again today. They bring it up to remind the middle of America that there is a beast out there, and they will continue to fight the good fight to bring that beast down. It is also a really good bait and switch. If they are busy fighting the gay marriage monster that threatens families and eats children, nobody asks why they aren’t busy figuring out a solution to the little problem we call Iraq, cleaning up the gulf coast, slowing down global warming, improving our schools, feeding our poor, and etc., etc., etc. So thank you to the US Senate for wasting a day trying to write bigotry into the constitution a day where you could have done something to make the world a little better.

Oh, and I bet you are wondering how Scooter and I single-handedly stopped the FMA. The answer is we didn’t have to. It was never going to pass anyway.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Who we are, Why You should Care, As dictated by Us

So there comes a time in everyone's lives where they take stock of who they are, and what they are doing, and then suddenly realize that all of the awesome shit they say and do goes completely unnoticed because it isn't on the internet.

Well folks, for us today is that day. The day we become forever immortalized in cyberspace and potentially ruin any chance we ever had of running for office someday. Well, this applies to lulu only. Scooter is a rabid homosexual and has already damned any chance of any elected, appointed, or really any type of well paid job.

You may be asking yourself why there are 2 of us writing this blog. Are we lazy? Yes. Are we hag and fag? Yes. But thats not why. Our decision to work on this blog together is simply mathematics. Although two distinctly different people, we have somehow evolved the same brain. We laugh at the same things ( things = people), we enjoy the same movies (the crap ones), and we both love to gamble (always split 8's !). Oh, and did we mention how lazy we are?

So what's in store for the good time blogs? Expect a lot of ridiculing of others, a smattering of tales from our everyday lives, and maybe even some political analysis. Oh and dont forget.... lots of awesome shit! Have you ever heard about the time lulu went blind? Fucking awesome story.

DISCLAIMER: Our claim that this blog will be awesome is of course subjective and defined by our standard of awesome. We can't promise all of our commentary will be witty. We can't even promise that it will all be in English (that is, until we make English our national language! Get moving Bill Frist!). But we can promise to try our best and always give 110%. And By 110% we mean 55% each...then shave off about 7% for the times we are drinking and 12% when we are gambling. Which leaves by our calculations enough effort to ensure good times had by all.

Baby Dogs!
Lulu and Scooter


Our Blog is the bomb

Our blog is the bomb, stay tuned to find out why!