This is gonna be the best Mother's Day ever!

Kids, go get mama's stilettos. We're goin' clubbin'.

(I found this postcard on the street today. I'm getting it framed.)

Honk if you want Juliet to Mount-a-you

Naw, shawty, don't be drinking that.

Because I just pretty much copy whatever this girl does (I'm often referred to as the Red of the Upper East Side) here is my recent crop of Googlers. I hope you crazy kids all found what you were looking for when Google delivered my posts.


bumper stickers that the capulets and the montagues might put on their cars if the lived today

Co-dependants anonymous. Poison control hotline number: 1-800-hear-the-rest-of-the-story-before-you-drink-that (It’s long distance). My other car is a hearse. Follow me to the Globe Theater. Swords don’t kill people, poorly informed teens kill people. Honk if you want Juliet to Mount-a-you.


mtv sex in the 90's sin bin

the dog brothers from mtv

mtv dog brothers sin bin

the dog brothers mtv

See, I don’t kid when I say this is most of my Google traffic. The people cry out for a reunion show, Viacom. Make it happen!


daddy's on his hig

Boy does that bring back some childhood memories. A cool summer night, playing with my brother and sister in the yard, Dad in the background zipping around on his hig.


fox syxy

You know it, son! It’s the only way I know how to roll.


blogspot hubris bodacious

There are three words I use to describe myself. Those words are: Blogspot. Hubris. Bodacious.


name some kids hobbies

Wii, texting, shoplifting, hoop-and-stick




jonathan taylor Thomas

Still alive and kickin’!


redheads look alike

Word up.


?????ma

Are you there, Ma? I call out to you in the dark, anonymous hollows of cyberspace.


pilar bardem and her necklaces

Yes! Can we talk about those?!?!? Less is more, Pilar. Less is more.


the roaring 20 toilets

I like to imagine it as a set of 20 toilets.


Kate apartment hidden camera

Oh. My. God. I should probs follow up on this.