1. For the first time – ever – the number of posts on my blog is outnumbered by the comments. You like me, you really really like me.

1a. I’m not quite sure if Eat Shit’s reply to this post is serious, but there aren’t any spamming links, so I guess he’s on the up and up … just with weird dietary tastes.

2. Speaking of the Dukes of Hazzard … anyone want to lend me ten thousand dollars?

3. When you’re sexually stimulating your underage girlfriend, it’s probably best to use a cucumber, or a dildo, maybe even a pen, but as far as objects go, a .45 caliber handgun? Not the best idea.

4. The ACLU is willing to fight for your right to put stickers of naked women devils on your car. Woohoo!

5. As if a garbage can wasn’t already the most advanced bit of technology ever.

6. Jay Leno slapped with gag order to prevent him from making jokes. Clearly, I’m missing the point of the gag order.

7. If you’re drunk, and you need to go home, do you:
a) Walk
b) Take the bus
c) Call a cab
d) Drive your car
e) Drive a stolen police cruiser

I hope not.

The dinner was started by a group of New York nudists who wanted something a bit more elegant than the wilderness getaways and beach resorts they generally frequent.

“When you go away on holiday it’s more you’re roughing it in the woods, whereas this is a really nice restaurant,” said Keyes, a member of gay nudist group Males Au Naturel, or MAN.

John Ordover set up the dining club about a year ago, recruiting members through word of mouth and the Internet.

“Next month is our Easter bonnet event, where everybody has to come wearing an Easter bonnet,” said Ordover, a heavyset man with a jovial smile and glasses.

As long as the cooks aren’t naked, I think we’ll be fine.

In other news, JWER still hasn’t finished his point-by-point rebuttal of George W. Bush’s State of the Union.

The thing’s only been over for like, I dunno, a month or two.

C’mon, with it man! With it!

Bubba died.

Hat Tip: Trib…, er, I mean, Linda.