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...

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 ...

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...

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...

If you’re someone who buys stock in the once-a-year-blowjob economy, then you know that this Saturday is Valentine’s Day. I hate Valentine’s Day. I’ve always hated Valentine’s Day, whether I was single or otherwise coupled.  I recently found myself in a greeting card s...

I once went out with someone who had a robot fetish. We had met online, so I didn’t know he had a robot fetish when we started dating. Apparently “robot fetish” is not one of those things that you put in the headline of your personal ad. He didn’t look like someone who had a ...

The other day I was scrolling through the “to-do� list on our Tivo to make sure that the LOST premiere would be recorded when I came across the following movie title, scheduled to record the next morning: How to Murder Your Wife. Will and I have an open relationship. Not meaning that we bone oth...

Last Saturday night, my husband Will and I were doing our weekly video podcast when he started to tell a story about how he went to a party at a friend’s house and a gangbang broke out. He assured me that he hadn’t taken part in said gangbang.  I didn’t really care – what I wanted to know w...

Okay, people, you asked for it. (Or did you?) I give you BETHEMARRIAGE LIVE! (On ice!) 9:30PST tonight! Will & I will be live, drinking (hence, on ice) and taking questions and solving mysteries. If Yahoo! is being a jerk,......