When people think of cartoon characters getting high, the conversation always turns to Shaggy of Scooby-Doo. And why not? He talks to a dog. He’s paranoid that he’s being chased by ghosts. He has a perpetual box of Scooby Snacks when the munchies hit. But Shaggy’s not the only anim...

As the only person who possesses breasts on Pointless Banter (sorry guys, moobs don’t count) I can tell you that women are constantly assaulted by images that the Almighty Cock is King.  With the Power of the Penis, a single Pizza Delivery Guy can turn lesbians straight. When coupled with a b...

For three hours this morning, a rusted-out tan van with a brown 70's design and tinted windows sat parked in my driveway. I wondered if my number was up, and the Casino! Hobo was going to whisk me off for a life on the lam, a la Lost in America. I went to meet my Fate with open arms (or at least ask...

I have a confession to make. Now you need to understand that I’ve been blogging for twelve years. There’s precious little that embarrasses me. My life is the virtual open book, each humiliating moment mined for as much material as I can possibly wring out of it. But what I’m about ...

One of the things about being a part of a blogging couple is that you have a tendency to know how far you can push a joke, how much you can say, how much of the embarrassing past (or present) you can dredge up to make a point. But one of the parts of being a blogging couple - at least in my opinion ...

I discovered upon leaving the house to walk Daisy J. Dog  today that someone had parked in front of our driveway. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch. Parking in front of someone's driveway is an unforgivable offense, unless one's driveway is like the Black Fortress from Krull , disappearing and reappe...

For those of you who aren’t regular readers of my blog, you may not about my neighbors: the Hobos. There’s the Falsely Accused Hobo, the Nicest Peeping Tom Ever! Hobo, the Casino! Hobo, the Hobo Who Loves Buckets, and the Hobo Handyman Who Saved Christmas (my personal favorite!) Lest you...

Last night, I had the pleasure of having dinner at Jessica Gottlieb's house with another Famous But Unnamed Mommyblogger (FBUM).  Lemme tell you that Jessica can roast a chicken like nobody's business. She can't open a bottle of champagne, but that's okay - that's why you invite me to dinner. Over ...

Will and I resume our regular broadcast schedule and will be LIVE! tonight with a very special Valentine's Day show on Ustream,  And by Very Special Valentine's Day Show, I'm talking boobs.* Dating horror stories, Worst Valentine's Days Evar, and of course, booze and your hosts, slackmistress and b...

There are two types of families in this world: Those who celebrate farts, and those who don't. I come from the former. I don't know why, or how it started. I don't imagine bad gas was a useful tool in escaping the Nazis during WWII, but in my family's coat of arms, the unmistakable waves lines of ca...