Make sure to use protection, the message of a European — German? — safe-sex push.

Note to a certain coworker of mine: dude, this means you. I think I’ll have to start a store collection to buy a jumbo pack for you just to make certain that no Little Yous are running around any time in the near, not-so near, or far distant futures.

HT: Hammer Uncut

I had to scratch my head at this story.

As we’re all told by the “Christmas Is Under Attack” crowd, ‘Christmas is the reason for the season!’ And why do Christians celebrate Christmas? Because it represents the birth of God’s son, Jesus Christ.

What was Jesus’ message? Peace!

So, uh, I guess I just don’t get the uproar over a woman hanging a Christmas wreath shaped as a peace sign. It’s her fucking house, and she should be able to decorate it the way she wishes. Homeowner associations are evil, but this line had me rolling my eyes in disbelief: “some saw it as a symbol of Satan.”

Huh? I guess Satan’s all about peace on earth too. He and Jesus should get together, pass the peace-pipe, and wait for the right-wingers to kick in the door and shoot ‘em dead with holy-water filled bullets (where can I get some? Y’know, in case James Dobson kicks in my door).

But this time, I paid attention.

Jeep(R) Wrangler sales surge 95 percent year-over-year; Dealers place orders for 62,000 units of Jeep Wrangler

Okay, okay, so I only paid attention to one little line.

I’m going to have to start adding to my Jeep Wrangler Pron Collection …

Kid comes into the Franchise yesterday afternoon, parking his shiny late-model Honda Civic on the curb. He’s wearing slacks, a button up t-shirt, and has a tie undone at his neck. Backwards facing baseball cap has a crown on the back, and when he turns around to leave, “King of Baltimore” is embroidered on the front.

I find myself pondering the survivability of rich prep-school kids in certain Baltimore City neighborhoods. I further ponder if prep-school kid actually thinks wearing his baseball cap reversed makes people think he is tough as opposed to retarded.

Look, I’m sorry, but if bones aren’t cracking when you’re hugging or being hugged, you’re not doing it right. You just aren’t.

Monday’s answer was “an equal.”

For today, a fun one:

Two legs sat upon three legs
One leg knocked two legs off three legs
Two legs hit four legs with three legs

What just happened? That’s for you to tell me. I know, but I won’t tell, until tomorrow.

No cheating, fuckers.