Take this memo

“We got the pimp-oline. That’s what I call it because it’s the pimp trampoline!”
-Mike “Boogie” of Big Brother All Stars, upon the arrival of a perfectly normal trampoline.

Attention: You are all, from this point forward, to refrain from using the word “pimp” in front of every single ordinary thing you encounter. A trampoline is a trampoline. That’s it. There is nothing “pimp” about it. The All-Bran I had this morning is not “pimp” because I added rasberries to it.

This man is a pimp. So are these guys.

Outfitting your car or house with garish adornments is fine. Tacky, but fine. Don’t dilute what these people do making the word cool.

And white people like Mike “Boogie” should just avoid the word entirely.

Toonie

So the two-dollar coin is marking its 10th anniversary with a new look. It maintains the polar bear motif but has made the change to portray the bear looking mournfully at the sun. The effects of global warming are causing his natural habitat to melt, thus reducing his ability to hunt for food and threatening his very survival.

Who knew the Royal Canadian Mint was so bleak?

Dear Hollywood

What, exactly, is the thought process behind the decision to declare a Barry Manilow special better than The Colbert Report?

Please tell me these come in adult sizes

Armor of God PJ’s.

Just never, ever touch yourself at night while wearing these.

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Speaking of fundamentalist religious subcultures, I can’t believe the rerun of the season finale of Big Love is Tuesday. I’ve been catching it for the first time this second time around. Roman Grant is the greatest cowboy hat-wearing TV villain since J.R. Ewing.

Still can’t convince the missus that we need another sister-wife, though.

No More Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches

Gotta fit in my black leather outfit for the ’68 comeback special. We’re getting the gym membership today.