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.

This office where I'm working (I don't feel like giving the name, for some reason) has some of the funniest emails that are broadcast out to everyone. I've never been anywhere like this. Here's a small sampling over the last couple of weeks.

Mrs. theskinnyonbenny and I had made good, and we were living in a big ol' house on the water somewhere or other. By chance, Lisa Marie Presley was our next door neighbor. We had gotten to be friends with her, and she was kind of cool -- not at all like the freak that she is in real life.