I don’t think about Meghan McCain very much at all, but our friends at Jezebel thinks she should have her own talk show over at MSNBC.
I mean what the hell. Why not? Now that Keith’s gone, it’s all gonna be downhill anyway. Sure, let Meghan put the final nail in the coffin.
Oh, maybe I’m being negative. What do you think? Would Meghan make a good talk show host?
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You would think that would be a given—not driving a school bus while drunk—but we have a bus driver here in Hamilton County who couldn’t figure it out. He’s now going to jail. What an idiot.
So yeah, add not driving a school bus while drunk to the list of things you shouldn’t do while under the influence. Hey, I’m here to help.
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Grade school turned into high school. Goodie was still around but mostly in the background. That changed in early May of 1971. It was the last day of high school. John wasn’t there, so I had Goodie to pal around with. That palling around lead to him almost sexually assaulting me in a high school restroom.
To read more of “Goodie—1971,” in the Living Out Loud column in CityBeat click here.
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No need for me to head to Kroger this weekend for groceries. I got all the food I need with those couch cushions on my sofa.
After I eat those, I’ll start in on my mattress.
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Does this cat make Boehner cry less or even more? You decide.
Some days back, I wrote about my stupid hair and how badly I need a haircut. I still haven’t made that appointment but on Saturday, I got a reminder that I probably need to do so.
I got a ride to the Kroger store on Ferguson Avenue, got a few groceries and waited just outside the exit doors. I was just standing there waiting for my ride—me and my grocery cart and walking cane.
From behind me, I heard a lady’s voice saying “Miss?” I didn’t respond because I’m not a miss.
I heard it again—“Miss?” This time I turned around.
The lady was talking to me. Apparently from my backside and with my long hair and cane, I look like an older woman.
When I turned around to face her, she looked at me and said “Oh.”
She asked me if I needed a ride somewhere which was nice of her. I said no, just was waiting on someone.
Yeah, I should make that haircut appointment. Let’s see if I actually do it this week.
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Actually the title of this post isn’t true. I think I’ve been pretty good as far as staying away from Palin, but the latest news and/or rumors flying around out there I can’t pass on.
Could this be true? The National Enquirer is reporting that Palin’s husband Todd is involved with a hooker named Shailey Tripp in Anchorage, Alaska. Click here to read more about it.
I think there’s an adult dancer also named Shailey at the Brass Ass in Newport, but I could be making this up. You know how I can be.
It’s being reported that witnesses could actually hear Todd having sex with Shailey. Videos would be more interesting. So far, nothing has shown up on YouTube.
So, do you think it’s true? Is the Palin marriage in trouble? Does Shailey also dance at the Brass Ass in Newport? Will Sarah and Todd part ways? Do you even give a rats ass?
Consider all the questions above as the “Question of the Week.”
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No one’s hair, not even our president’s hair, turns gray and then turns black again. It’s not possible folks. Wonkette more or less tells it like it is.
President Obama dyeing his hair leads to questions, at least in my mind.
What is he dyeing his hair with? Perhaps Clairol? If he’s going to do this, why not try some different colors? Mr. President, why don’t you dye your hair red—you know—shake things up a little bit?
And how about some of our local politicians here in Cincinnati? Does Mayor Mark Mallory dye his hair? How about his bodyguard? Does city council member Leslie Ghiz get her hair color from a bottle? Oh sorry, that’s a given.
One last question: Does any of this really make any difference? Of course not.
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I raised two kids of my own, so I know from experience how bad the terrible twos can be. Still a parent needs to say no and set limits. Maybe Jessica Gamble who lives in Springfield Township, knows that now.
Did Jessica’s daughter—at two-year-old—demand marijuana to smoke? Oh, probably not. I think in this case the mom screwed up, especially when she decided to take a video of the kid smoking the evil weed. Click here to read more about it.
I’m glad Jessica didn’t get jail time for this. She’s on probation for two years which seems fair to me but I can’t help but wonder if she would have gotten in trouble if that terrible twos kid had demanded a cigarette. My guess is probably not.
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. . . and they even have their own teevee talk show!
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