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Three sort of embarrassing stories from a single stretch of time.

Last night, I fell asleep on my bed as soon as the Hornetss-Spurs game got underway, and I slept through the first three quarters. Judging by the score, I'm glad to have missed what I did. I watched the fourth quarter, in which the Hornets closed a 15-point gap down to three, and then missed a couple of three-pointers that would have tied it with under a minute to play.

I was the biggest lop of shit in history Saturday. In fact, over the course of the weekend, I barely left the house over the whole 48-hour period. And I did nothing to clean up the yard or fix up the building at all. I didn't even look at my phone from when I put it down Friday evening until Monday morning. Yada yada yada, and some interesting information about the recent horse races.

Once upon a time, there was a cute little Russian kid named Vanya. One night, his parents left him with a nice older lady, while they went out for some reason or other.

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Short little observations. Maybe you'll find one of them funny.

A couple of months ago, I started hearing a conversation here, a radio host there, maybe an occasional podcast where someone pulled a joke from stuffwhitepeoplelike.com. Several times, I thought, "That sounds amusing. I should check it out." But thoughts like that are quickly out of mind.

Shelly came by on Sunday, and she was bearing gifts. Apparently, a shoe store in <a href="/njdispatches/">her ghetto</a> had been looted, but the looters left behind some child shoes, so she gathered up some leftovers, and brought them by during her her weekend visit to Louisiana.

Taking a page from my sister's blog, I'll tell you about an incredibly minor -- but nevertheless irritating -- injury that I've suffered. I'm sure it's not interesting, but I've posted nothing else, and the other two ideas that I have for what to blog this week are going to take up more time than this story.

"Why on Earth did I want a boy?" I never thought I would hear that come from Mrs. theskinnyonbenny's mouth, but sure enough, we had the nastiest, dirtiest kid in Baton Rouge last Sunday, and it got to that point.

Here's a song lyric that jumped out at me as I listened to background music today. It's from a blues song called "Down Homegirl," performed by Alvin Robinson. I don't know if Alvin wrote the tune or is just singing it.