Thang-thang, thang.

Jim Jones comes back again with the quote of the month:
"I need to feel that eggnog flowin’ and things like that[.]"
That is some fire.
Also, from Jones' reply to Jay-Z's diss over "We Fly High":
"You say 30's the new 20 / But you 40, I'm 30 / So who's 20?"
I don't know why Jay bothered. Arguing with Jim Jones is like trying to have a conversation with the mysterious crackhead on my street who's always got fresh Nikes on: everyone's talking, but not a whole bunch of useful information is exchanged.
I was kind of thinking that someone should invent a Jim Jones quote generator, but then I realized that there isn't any way to get a computer that high. Not even with a bong. Maybe if someone invented some sort of . . . computer bong.

Blood sports

Lara writes MySpace messages that are better than my blog posts:
I wanted you to be the first to know that I dripped blood out of my nose on to a child, a child no more than 6. He wore a fake leg brace, for he is playing Tiny Tim. Every day my ovaries don't spend in guantanamo is another day the terrorists have won.