Frog's House of Infinite Wisdom

In St. Petersburg, FL, a college student who decided to take a cell phone call during a movie was maced after refusing to end the call, as reported by Local6.com. Naturally, the student claims that she took the call because it was a family emergency and that the officer "pushed (her) in the hallway, then pepper sprayed both of them in the lobby".

Cry me a friggin river, beeyotch. What kind of emergency has you staying in a loud theater to talk on the phone? Why didn't you get up and leave? Are you also trying to say that a police officer would risk his own career to pepper spray two people in front of witnesses for no reason? I'm certain there's more to this story and I'll be following up. In the meantime, GET OFF THE PHONE WHEN THE MOVIES' ON, YOU SKANK!

This cop deserves a medal. Officer of the Year.

My favorite quote in the story is this: "Police denied their account, saying Harris refused to end her cell phone conversation, yelled at the Douglas and refused to leave the theater. Her boyfriend also refused to leave and threatened the officer, police said." Let me be the first to say How dare they yell at "The Douglas"!

UPDATE! The Smoking Gun.com has the official police report. Seems this bitch decided that she and her boyfriend, like so many other rude movie chatters, could:

• Talk on the phone, despite the fact that she was disturbing others
• Mouth off to a cop
• Threaten to "kick the cop's ass" and "kick this cracker in the head"

1. A false statement deliberately presented as being true; a falsehood.
2. Something meant to deceive or give a wrong impression.

The Republicans and the press are trying very hard to make a NASA photo op into some huge embarrassment for presidential hopeful John Kerry. Kerry, during a Florida stop before his upcoming convention speech, was filmed in one of those blue paper contamination suits as he made his way through some of the NASA technology areas. For some, these pictures are a carbon copy of the infamous Dukakis-on-a-tank photo ops during his failed campaign. Sorry, gentlemen, but it just isn't the same thing, no matter how you try to spin it. I understand that it's an attempt to limit some of the bounce from the DNC convention but it just seems weak to me. Take a look at the DRUDGE REPORT and see how the Dems are now actually RESPONDING to this by saying that these photos were "leaked".

I admit, he does look pretty silly, but I challenge anyone to look at pictures of Bush that are floating around and not crack a smile or two.

Could we please stay on the issues? I have an idea... instead of worrying about Kerry in a blue suit, spend the time instead going over the 9/11 Executive Summary! It's a quick read and is MUCH more meaningful than this garbage!

Penn! Teller! Look out... it's those f*cking horrible Cirque de Soleil freaks! RUN!!!

Because I know I have some girls out there that look at my site, and that girls love kitties, take a look at this link from Fark.com where people submitted pictures of their "evil" cats.

If ya can't beat 'em, give 'em the finger!"

Kids these days, I tell ya. When I was their age, I'd beg to pump gas for my mom, just to get the sweet, sweet smell of gas fumes. Or I'd sniff "White Out". Or those damp mimeograph sheets my teacher would produce for tests...

Please don't tell me I'm alone on this one.

Anyway, the Ohio Times Recorder is reporting a new game all the kids are playing where they hold their breath while another one punches them in the chest. It makes ya high.

If you see this cop in Wisconsin, buy him a box of donuts, pronto.

It's clobberin' and bloggin' time!

"I got a meal at Burger King and, for some ungodly reason, bought a small carton of milk. I was real thirsty so I opened it and guzzled. It was one of those school lunchroom-sized ones so it went down really quick before the taste hit... a taste unlike any milk I've ever had before. It was like taking a mouthful of buttermilk and mixing it with two or three heaping tablespoons of unflavored cocoa. NOT what I was expecting from my chocolate milk. Needless to say, my stomach tensed up like I was on Space Mountain and I could feel warm, sour vomit start to work its way out.

I didn't puke that day, but just thinking about it makes me sweaty."

Mmm... I love scotch.

Scattered, smothered, and covered with hypocrisy?

Can we watch?

I was in the shower last night, shaving with a disposable razor and one of those fog-free shower mirrors, when all of a sudden I imagined all of the "Queer Eye" guys were watching me and critiquing my technique.

Thom: "Ohmahgaaaawd! He looks like he's using a deli slicer on his faaaaace!"

Kyan: "Slow down, partner. This isn't the Kentucky Derby!"

Carson: "Mmmm... what's this? An old Cheetoh? I think I'll pick it up, put it in my mouth, and then do a spit take!"

Jai: "Your shaving needs to be more sensitive. Here's two tickets to "Boy from Oz".

Ted: "Wine? Anyone? Hello?"

Like I said, it was terrifying.

From: Lori
Sent: June 24, 2004 08:30:33 PM
To: (Frogbrother)
Subject: I've wondered for a while

(Frogbrother), Ever since the reunion I've wondered if you're gay. I don't know if you remember my partner Georgette, but she is actually the one who brought it to my attention. Now that I've read your profile I just have to know. Especially with your response to relationship status. Most people don't plead the fifth. So what's up? By the way, I can't wait to see you in 6 years. Tell ***** I said "hi!" Later! Lori