More Ramble

Does Puffy know the meaning of the word "unforgivable"? Based on the commercial for his new cologne, I'm pretty sure he doesn't:

It's a control she has over me. I can't live without her. She's unforgivable."

Puff is really just too good.

Could Clay from Newport Harbor have gotten a worse answer when trying to determine the fidelity of his long distance girlfriend, Chrissy? He asks her if she has hooked up with any guys at college to which she responds first with silence and then, 'I haven't met anyone I REALLY like, I've just met so many new people.' Followed by awkward silence. Hmmm. So you're saying you slept with A LOT of people? I don't know, it wouldn't have been the answer I'd be looking for. Speaking of Newport Harbor, I realize all the fringe characters on these reality shows have to get involved in certain things so as to "narrate" the plot, BUT Chrissy's dad has officially entered the Joe Simpson club for creepy dads. Reeeeeeeaaaal weeeird...
If you don't watch Newport Harbor, sorry but I felt like talking about it.

Here's a mildly interesting/amusing/disturbing anecdote from travels today. I'm sitting in 30th Street Station (Philly) waiting for my train to NY--just chillin, eating some Auntie Ann's pretzel sticks (I prefer them over the whole pretzel because they don't seem to soak up massive amounts of butter like the full pretzel does). Well, i get done all but one of the sticks and I just can't finish and I go throw them out. The one stick is completely untouched and looks like Filet Mignon to a homeless cat, so I leave the container on the edge surrounding the trash receptacle (yup, that's the kind of guy I am. I look out for the homeless as long as they stay out of my face). Anyway, I go sit back down on a bench and wait for the satisfactory moment of some needy dude eating my pretzel stick. 5 minutes later some average looking, older woman with a messenger bag around her shoulder walks by, picks up my pretzel stick, takes a bite, and then grabs a napkin (I threw out about 3 or 4 fresh ones--if you think I should've put them back in the pile so someone else could use them and save trees then well, FUCK YOUUUUUUU loser) from the trash can and moves on. I was in shock. I followed her path with my eyes to make sure she wasn't one of those homeless people who just haven't gone over the edge of dirtiness and derangement yet. If she scopes any of the next 3 trashcans she has to pass then all is excused. Here's the thing--she ends up walking and conversing with some other woman and it becomes very clear she is there to board a train....!!! WTF man! This woman just grabbed an unknown pretzel stick, ate it, and then wiped her mouth with a napkin from the trash. This just furthers my thesis that Reality is the greatest reality show on earth--people are too classic.

It's clementine season boys and girls. Go out and get yourself a case.