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Not much time to prattle off this morning as I’m hoping to haggle down my class time so I can get errands done before Michelle & I leave town. Yup, it’s another weekend in Corpus Christi. Actually, this will probably be the last weekend for me until Thanksgiving given the new schedule.

Acidman sums up the Ten Commandments fiasco just fine by me. I’m a man of faith, but I believe wholeheartedly in the Separation of Church & State. The U.S. government should not be seen as endorsing one religion over another. While I would agree too much emphasis (positive & negative) is being placed on a symbol the fact remains the folks praying for the monument to stay would also be protesting if that symbol represented Islam, Buddhism or any non-Christian religion.

Maybe our society is too smart to fall under any religious dogma, but then I look at other cultures that still subjugate their people to traditions that no longer hold any merit in this day & age. Of course, there are those that insist on protecting us from ourselves. What the dumb bastards at Zippo failed to realize is a high percentage of folks didn’t even know about zippotricks.com until they made such a stink about it.

I mean Carmen Electra is too busy thinking about sex to be concerned about safety hazards. Arnold Schwarzenegger had groupies just like her back in the 70’s. At least that’s what he told Oui magazine (that’s old school porn for all you young ones). Arnold was quite the stud back then, now he’s dependent on Maria and his lucky socks. (MP3 2.2MB download)

You know it’s a bad day when you visit the doctor for an earache and end up getting your penis worked on. Acidman would probably say that dude was screwed. That story made me think of this joke:

Two women are playing golf on a sunny afternoon when one of them slices her shot into a foursome of men.
To her horror, one of the men collapses in agony with both hands in his crotch.
She runs to him apologizing profusely, explaining that she is a physical therapist and can help ease his pain.
“No thanks… just give me a few minutes… I’ll be fine…” he replies quietly with his hands still between his legs.
Taking it upon herself to help the poor man, she gently undoes the front of his pants and starts massaging his penis.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” she asks.
“Well… Damn… That feels pretty good,” he admits. “But my thumb still hurts like hell.”

Heh heh heh, sure it’s an old joke, but it’s still damn funny. In closing, I’d like to pass along this advice to any gents looking to make big bucks as a male cabaret star. Don’t ever cut your act short, women take that shit seriously.