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Shouldn't have bought the airtime. Chalk it up as a lesson learned.

The hell?

I remember having Cory Snyder's rookie card thinking it would be worth something. Now it's next to my Wally Joyner rookie cards.

I would imagine it to be legal because that voice mail is that person's -- it's the company's. Just like how your work compuer isn't yours, either.

That fight was the only redeeming thing to that film.

KKK’s Top 103 Posters Number 95: Kotz Kotz is one of those riddles wrapped in an enigma for me. I’ve known him at TSM for years, and I’m still unsure if we get along or not. There have been times in the past where we’ve had playful banter, but there have been other instances where we, well, haven’t. However, he’s been a reasonably good sport whenever I’ve joked about his sexuality, among other things, so I’ll gladly include him on this list. And now a word or three from the expert panel I have put together to comment on the people I’ve listed. From Carnival: From The Real World’s Champion: From King of the 909: • I am usually a stickler for reading the fine print of an offer or deal. However, there was one coupon that I contend was intentionally misleading. Every month or so I get these coupons in the mail called Val-Pack. Most of the stuff is for pizza parlors not close to my residence or for products that I have no need for, like aluminum siding. Well, this one vision place advertises in this Val-Pack, and last month I used a coupon for an eye exam and two pairs of contact lenses. So far so good. I then decided to use another coupon a few weeks later for a pair of eyeglasses. Now the coupon says get $75 off a pair of frames and lenses. I look at the fine print to this coupon and it says “Minimum purchase $175.” Fair enough. When I returned to the eye place for my second pair of contact lenses and a follow-up exam I showed them this coupon and said I was interested in getting a pair of glasses; the last time I got my eyes checked was six years ago, and I can’t remember when I got my last set of glasses. Anyway, this lady tells me that the frames I picked out don’t qualify for the discount. When I asked why she said the minimum purchase had to be $175 after the discount, so the frame/lens total had to be $250. She then proceeded to act like I was three years old and said that many people don’t read the fine print of coupons. Uh, bitch. I did read the fine print. I’ve just never had the “minimum purchase” be used after the applied discount. • So I was listening to RIGHT-WING RADIO today, and during one top-of-the-hour newscast the guy said that the state of Pennsylvania has, surprise surprise, a budget surplus. And that our wonderful Ed Rendell said he wanted the surplus to go toward, get this, tax cuts. You know it’s an election year when tax-and-spend Democrat pieces of shit want to give you back your hard-earned money. The sad thing is the rank-and-file of his party will actually believe Swin-dell’s line of bullshit. • Well, I haven’t talked about Mikey Moore in a while, so I feel obligated to report a veteran suing him for $85 million because Mikey used his image without permission in “Fahrenheit 9/11.” While I doubt nothing will be done about this, I would be disappointing my fan base by letting the obvious “I guess someone might not be able to super-size his meals for a month” joke go by. So there you have it.

So is the Ring 2 really that bad? I like the first one.

I haven't seen those ads, but there's one Nike's doing that I like with the "Take me out to the ball game" being played. And while there are hooligans in Europe, I would fear the people in South America even more.

I remember watching that game and cheering for the Bills because I hated the Oilers more.

I'm not a big Friday the 13th expert, but Jason goes to NYC was dreadful. The only reason I consider this to be the worst of the 13th series is because I haven't seen all of that one where Jason's spirit goes into people (or something like that). And, yes, I've seen Jason in Outer Space, too.

KKK's Top 103 Posters Number 96: Chave I really don't have much to say about Chave. This is one of those cases where I know the poster has been around TSM for a while, but we don't interact that much. I'm entertained by a lot of what he does and plus he organizes that TSM Poster Tournament every year, which I know has to be a hefty undertaking on his part. And even though we here at TSM are all way too cool for such a stupid, petty popularity contest like this you have to admit it's entertaining, even though I have never won, which tells me the whole thing is rigged more than Bush's first Presidential election OMG SELECTED NOT ELECTED LOL2000! Plus he has nice teeth, and for someone who lives across the Pond from me, that says a lot. And now a word or two from the expert panel I have put together to comment on the people I’ve listed. If you would like to be part of this expert panel (and you know you do), drop me a PM. From Carnival: From King of the 909: • I have always tried to keep money matters separate from my relationships. This is why whenever the better half and I started living in sin we had a formula for paying the bills. She would add up all the utilities and rent/mortgage and give me a monthly total. I would then divide that number in half and deduct grocery costs, which I paid for, from the tab and give her the adjusted amount. This system seemed to work fairly well, or so I thought. A few days ago, Mrs. kkk finally came clean and said that the amount of credit card debt she has accumulated over the years was too much for her to bear anymore. Now I constantly joke about what a cheap bastard I am, but there’s a reason for this. Unlike the better half (and our Congressional leaders), I don’t like the idea of racking up debt. Whenever my credit card bills come in, they get paid in full a day or so later. There have only been two instances when I had finance charges apply to me. The first was back in 2002 when the better half’s car needed some work done and neither she nor I had the money right away to pay for it all. The seasonal job I was working at the time was just getting started up again, and I needed a month or so before I could pay off the car repair's entire amount. My total finance charge for this purchase? Less than $2. The second time I paid finance chargers was after my wedding last year. The arrangement was that I would pay for the reception and Mrs. kkk would pay for everything else. Of course, I ended up paying for a few other things as well, and this running tab eventually had the better half owing me more than $2,000 for her share of the wedding bills. Sadly, I knew this was going to happen, and so for about three months I had to look in horror as I had to pay finance charges while I wiped out her share of the the reception bill from my Discover card. Fast forward to the present. Earlier this week, after being told of her inability to manage money, I took a gander at some of her unpaid debts and, well, here are the highlights [Please note that for all these things I gave her my half of the costs when the bill first arrived for each purchase.]: 1) A bill for a bed purchased at least five years ago. With all the interest she paid on this we could have purchased a new bed by now. 2) A bill for the carpeting that was installed in our house in July of 2004. 3) A bill for vet care for our cat that died in November of 2004. And then there was the crème de la crème. A $10,400 bill that she hadn’t paid in three billing cycles. The total amount of all these bills is over $20,000 (and let’s not even talk about school loans). After looking at all of this, I crunched some numbers and did a balance transfer on the $10k bill. Now a lot of the smaller credit card bills I can probably churn out in a month or so, thanks to the money I have been saving up to pay off the rest of my school loan. And thanks to the balance transfer, there won’t be any finance charges on the largest bill until April of 2007. By that time all the other bills would have been paid off, and I’m hoping that a good chunk of this debt would have been erased. We still have to make monthly payments on this bill, but the good thing is that instead of the money going toward finance charges it will go toward the principal. (Or is it “principle”? Either way, you get the idea.) I think what really aggravates me about all of this is that she has a pretty good paying job and will be going toward an even better paying one in a few months. And all that money is being flushed down a really big toilet. Whenever this debt gets erased, I’m still going to be taking charge of what she does with her money. It’s sad, because I really hate doing this, but we has finally come to the realization that her + credit cards = disaster. Actually, I've known of this equation for some time, and now she has, too.

At least they didn't make you sell kitchen knives.

Regards to NASCAR's "big" races, the only one I know is Daytona. And also that they started some hippie "postseason" thing for the last 10 races.

Yeah there has been quite a bit of hype regarding Patrick, but it hasn't gotten to the point where it makes me want to vomit. And how many cars race in the 500?

No way you're doing this feature on a regular basis. And fuck Barry Bonds. I hope this guy destroys the ball. And admit it, if you were with Lisa at the time and she told you to get her tampons from the nearby store, you would have been standing in the store's snack aisle when Hank hit 714.

Well, when the nets (or whatever trap) fell on them they got "owned," in a way.

I'm torn on Bob. For one I grew up with him on the Sports Reporters and I generally find him entertaining. However, that Kidd comment, along with Vanderbilt having "too many white guys" to win an NCAA Tournament game remark, piss me off because if someone else not sucking on the ESPN teet would have said such things, the Big Sports Media fallout would have been much worse than the slap on the wrist Ryan received. And the only thing I know about Richard Petty was back when Robin Roberts did the Sunday morning SportsCenter ESPN had this continuing "send-off" to him for the last year or so he still raced. Two Top 10 finishes at the Indy 500? Seems good enough for me, although I don't give a crap about car racing.

Plus they also get to grade you. My one college buddy did a full-time 40 hour/week internship at the Heinz Company and this same feminazi only gave him a B, despite the fact he had built up a portfolio worth at least 50 pages from all the work he did in those three months. This is the same bitch, he said, who gave other people that just went to summer internships part-time and only turned in a handful of materials and got As. My friend, who was in the army and was in Somalia for a time, met the bitch in her office one day -- the meeting didn't go over too well. My only complaint was that he didn’t record the encounter.

Not for me. And the "LOL" in the wheechair pic makes it all that much better. Oh, yeah. Does this qualify?

• For the longest time I always had Thanksgiving pegged as the one day of the year where gluttony was king. I think I’m starting to re-think this position after my Memorial Day cookout this year. A few weeks ago my local grocery store had specials on chicken, pork and steaks, so naturally I stocked up ($50+ worth of meat for less than $25 – w00t). Yesterday, with two charcoal grills going, I turned this dead flesh into beefy goodness. Not only did I eat myself sick, but also there are six chicken breasts, eight steaks and six chops in the refrigerator just waiting to be devoured. I’m glad I took today off from work, because I need the extra 24 hours before going back in order to digest everything I consumed. On a semi-related subject, some people are propane grillers while others are charcoal. For me, it has to be the latter. Not only do I not trust myself anywhere near a propane tank (I’m surprised I haven’t set my property on fire yet with the way I handle lighter fluid), but all that dirt and grit you get with charcoal is what makes the food all the more flavorful. When the better half and I bought this house, it came with an “installed” propane grill which hasn’t seen the light of day except for the few times the win has blown its cover off. In regards to Sunday’s “redneck” cookout I talked about in my previous entry, I guess it went better than expected; especially since the crack-whore sister-in-law was there, along with the test-tube bunch. We arrived, ate and left: total time spent – two hours. Sadly, there’s one “normal” family that comes to this event, and they arrived just minutes before Mrs. kkk and I were leaving. The odd thing is that this family is having marriage trouble – the wife doesn’t even wear her wedding band – yet the other trolls that we meet at this get-together aren’t going to split up anytime soon. While on the subject of cookouts, I don’t understand the point of bringing anything other than dead animals to these functions. I will never touch a vegetable, sans corn on the cob, when the aroma of burgers, steaks or chicken lingers in the air. At the “family” cookout there was taco salad, potato salad and egg salad – none of which I touched. Hell, looking at this runny shit was bad enough. I guess the best way to describe this in-law cookout is to think back to that one joke Jeff Foxworthy made in one of those “Blue Collar Comedy” specials. He said the moment you get in your car from a family reunion you look at your wife and ask how you’re related to those people. You then go on to add, “That little one just ain’t right,” which, oddly enough, was what I was thinking Sunday after seeing one of the rug rats there attempt to play a trombone. Fortunately, I was able to leave before he was able to figure out which hole to blow into in order to create noise. • The Indianapolis 500 has came and went, and this year Richard Petty, who said some not-so-nice things about women and racing, stirred up a bit of trouble. "I just don't think it's a sport for women," Petty said. "And so far, it's proved out. It's really not. It's good for them to come in. It gives us a lot of publicity: It gives them publicity. “But as far as being a real true racer, making a living out of it, it's kind of tough.” Chalk me up as one of those that wonder if he’s even heard of Danica Patrick. As long as women don’t get any special treatment, I don’t care who’s driving in those cars. I have also heard some grumblings since Patrick raced in last year's Indy 500 that the sport was pimping her over other drivers. Well no shit. Instead of bitching about this, all the male drivers ought to be thanking her for the added publicity. Oh, and when given the chance to respond to Petty’s comments, Patrick did the smart thing and didn’t say much about it. After all, I’m sure the ESPN PC machine will do all the dirty work for her.

Where's the "Get Your Learn On!" folder when we really need it?

It's the No Fun League, even after the game takes place.

Jerk, the stories I could tell of the better half's grad school adventures at the University of Dayton. Oh, the stories. Funny semi-related story. During my college days I took an unpaid summer intership, and my feminazi "adviser" (God I hated that bitch. Hopefully she's dead by now.) said I should make the intership a class credit. Basically I'd be paying several hundred dollars to some place where they gave me nothing to do half the time I was there, all for ONE CLASS CREDIT. When I said no because the summertime was when I saved up to pay for the fall semester's college tuition/fee expenses she got all pissy. Fuck you bitch; some of us actually paid for their education as much as they could so they wouldn't get overrun with student load debt. I can only wish the Cancer Fairy processed this request from a while back.

Haven't the polls closed on this yet?

Yep. I remember Don Saught scoring the winning run and Tim Belcher being the Dodgers starting pitcher. Also, Bob Kipper pitched; for some reason I was Kipper mark back in the day. I think it was the name. And you caught me in my web of lies; the Pirates had already scored one run earlier in the game. Oh, and yesterday, they blew a 4-0 lead in the ninth and lost the game in extra innings -- I love this team.