Daily Archives: March 7, 2012

10 posts

Sarah Palin Maybe Thinks About Endorsing Someone

Sarah Palin the queen of infuriating coy wordplay wanted to wring out the announcement of who she voted for in last night’s Alaska caucus until the very last dregs of relevancy could be gleaned. Which means until everyone interested, Fox News, CNN, practically threw up their hands and said, “Look, tell us, or we’re shutting off your mic.” Continue reading

The Best Late Night Food in Los Angeles When You’re Drunk

If you’ve spent a lot of time drinking, you know that you sometimes succumb to the craving for terrible food. (OMG guys, we HAVE to go through the Jack in the Box drive-thru and get funnel cakes!)

Every region has their own special variation on late-night drunk food. Sure, there are things that are pretty consistent (and terrible) across the country (have you ever been in a Denny’s at 3:00 am?) But there are also foods that are really indicative of a neighborhood. Continue reading

One Advertiser Would Lust Love to Come to Rush’s Rescue

The fallout from Rush Limbaugh’s heinously indefensible, disgusting, and all out creepy in a restraining order way comments regarding Sandra Fluke is growing astronomically and showing little sign of slowing down. HA! That’s what you get, you blubberous piece of roadside cow dung! According to The Atlantic Wire‘s count, old Rushie, shitmouth, is up to 48 advertiser withdrawals from his stupid, obscene, ridiculous, racist, sexist, Republican ear-crack of a radio show, including such big names as Sears, Kmart, Geico, Netflix, Capital One, and NBA team, the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Whatever will poor Rush do? One advertiser has the answer. Continue reading

QOTD: Are You A Nervous Flyer?

Your friends want to take a week-long vacation to somewhere warm, with a beach and sand and drinks with frilly umbrellas.

You tell your friends that the trip sounds like fun, and then you think, oh, that means getting on a plane. Suddenly you remember you agreed to take care of Aunt Greta’s Weimariner that week, and you tell your friends, so sorry, you can’t go.

Crasstonians, do you get on a commercial flight, even though the very idea fills you with dread? Do you board the plane, plop yourself down and get your drink on while you hit on the stranger sharing your armrest? Or do you prefer to travel by car or bus or train rather than ascending to the troposphere? Continue reading