I'm not your lover. I'm not your friend. I am something that you'll never comprehend. - Prince

Exclusive release from WYFF of tonight's interview with local ad hero, Mike Weston, regarding the recent Greenville Bobmers ads. Here's the partial transcript:

Michael Codbill: So Mike, tell us how this whole thing started
Mike: Are you talking to me?
Codbill: Yeah, who else would I -
Mike: Yourself. Isn't your name Mike? I mean, maybe you were talking to yourself.
Codbill: That's just idiotic. Back to you, Carol.
Carol Goldstein: Hey, I love baseball. Did you know in Mexico they call it beisbol?
Cessarich: How'd you know that, Carol? Is that where you sold your kidneys or something?
Goldstein: That was uncalled for, John.
Cessarich: Uh oh. I feel a cold front moving my way. Back to you, Michael.
Mike: But I don't work here.
Codbill: He meant me, dumbass. Anyway, tell us how this whole thing got started, Mike.
Mike: Wait -
Codbill: Mr. Weston.
Mike: Oh. Okay, well I was -
Vendor: Peanuts. Get your peanuts.
Mike: Sorry, Codbill, I gotta go.
Cessarich: Hey, Codbill, you just got punked!
(Canned Ooohs)

Is there something other than iTunes? Yahoo to launch a music service with a flat fee like that of Napster. It all reminds me of this song my pappy used to sing to me called "A Day Late and a Dollar Short" http://www.fool.com/News/mft/2005/mft05051101.htm

Immortal? Perhaps. With a plastic lead singer and a pickled lead guitarist, the Stones might be playing well into the 22nd century. Still, I'd catch them before their catalog gets clouded with mediocrity. The more new albums they release, the more new songs they'll try to play at their upcoming concerts. Dude, we didn’t pay 75 bucks to hear something from Bridges to Babylon. http://www.itv.com/news/entertainment_298381.html

They killed Kenny. And hopefully Renee is next. Because I don't know what's more pathetic - someone who sings these songs: "Being Drunk is a lot like Lovin' You", "French Kissin' Life", "There's Something Sexy About the Rain" and "All I Want for Christmas is a Real Good Tan" or someone who buys into them. And who also happens to look like a marshmallow in a corset. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/film/4535707.stm

Goodbye, Anthony. As much as I dislike the trach victim, he actually did a decent job last night. Still, there aren't enough 12 yr. old girls out there to keep him in. One cute white girl. One cute black girl. They're both shoe-ins. And then there's Bo and Lunch Money. Bo is always "keepin' it real, man" or at least always saying that - and that's enough for me to believe him! But whenever he tries to dance, Anthony aka Lunch Money looks like a geriatric dog humping a pillow. Slow, fruitless and sad. Watch tomorrow night for the results. http://idolonfox.com/

Sappy and Sickly. Gave Grey's Anatomy a chance. Still no candle to House. Unfortunately, according to Blue Cross Blue Shield, Dr. House is "out of network". Those bastards! More alarming, though, is the number of medical situational dramas (or whatever they're being called) on the tube right now. The best of which has to be According to Jim.

You're fired. Or you're resigning. Or something. Anyway, that North Carolina pastor stepped down. He hates abortion, apparently. Word to the wise: if you're offspring has the chance of being as retarded as you, I'd reconsider that stance. http://msnbc.msn.com/id/7769149/

Stuart Scott. Doodoo Head.

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