Hump-day Dance

- Gas prices are stupid. (Sidenote: At the Big11Ten Tournament a couple years ago we saw a young lovely who was well endowed in the chesticle region. A cousin of a friend of mine said, "Dem titties is stupid." We adopted that ranking system for the next year or so, ranging from the most intelligent of titties to the simply retarded stupidest of titties.) Seriously, though, gas prices are just dumb.

- Went on a date last night with AMG. We joined other Republicans in suitskies hippies, strappies and part-time astrologers at Betty's Kitchen for a french fry-free dinner. (Arty insisted that no french fries be eaten by anyone around him because he has had them with, like every meal this week. He's sane!) At dinner I declared that Cleveland State would beat Butler later in the evening and continue their season of destiny in the Big Dance. They lost by like 20, but they're a virtual lock for the NIT. (We're 66th! We're 66th!)

- Without Subway Restaurants, this would've been Jared. "Six people pushed his iron bed on wheels out to the street as a mariachi band played..." One of the all-time greatest things ever typed in an AP story.

- Tomorrow, McGinley departs for Istanbul (or Constantinople, as John McCain still calls it) and The Godfather departs for the Yo. I'd argue Youngstown is the more exciting destination.

- The Godfather