I remember my uncle got married back when I was like 7 or 8 and we had the reception at a park, it was in the summer, beautiful day and night, well I remember one of my uncles not the married one being cornered in a room where the food was being held by a group of 4 or 5 guys NOT dressed for a wedding or reception,…

So, he has a mom. Why was he 'adopted' by Whitney?

Well, at least Seattle fans will get to see a few dunks now.

Precisely. I had a few coworkers who didn't like me because I didn't go along with them, but oh well. They all got to like me eve less when I was made a manager.

I made it a rule for myself never to complain about customers to or within earshot of other customers when I worked retail. Even if another customer made a comment about someone being rude or unreasonable or whatever, I'd smile, brush it off with something like "things happen", and change the subject. It's just poor…

Okay, I've been dying to share this story, but as it's not food/dining related, I can't submit it to the column. But I figure some people around here will get a kick out of it anyway.

Sociopath alert

Yup, exactly. And note that now she has kids, she's shitting on people without them- because apparently only mothers can meet deadlines and multitask and blah, blah, blah.

Well, I mean, now that it's happened to her she can empathize. Just like Republicans who have gay children and are suddenly all aboard the equal marriage train. Heartless until it's a problem they're personally facing. And that's what this woman was. Heartless. Excuse me if I don't applaud her sudden change of heart.

Inserting my cat's name into songs that I'm singing along to. "All The Scouty ladies! All the Scouty ladies!" "My Scoutaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun!" "Last Scout. Last Scout. For Scooooout." And since Kate Bush was mentioned, "Running up that Scout! Running up that Scooooout. With no Scoutleemmms"

One of my cats melts like jello in a sack on a hot day when you hold him. When I'm alone, I dance with him because he lets me. He purrs like crazy and oozes about in my arms while the other pets look on like we're both nuts, but this cat is the perfect dance partner. He never minds if I miss the steps, and he's…

He's someone who's not as important as he thinks he is.

As a creative professional (photographer), few things irk me more than people asking me to essentially work for free. I've had companies and organizations contact me telling me they want to publish or use my work. When I ask about compensation, they tell me that they can't pay me, but it's "great exposure".

Change the noun and you can usually find a similar intensity; computers, drawing, painting, parties, gardening, etc.

You think it's ugly. So don't spend your $400,000 on it. Simple enough.

This is an OPEN LETTER to las vegas to give me a DJ Residency. My DJ name will be DJ Mbenga, and I will only play HOT JAMS (mostly Prince)

Eddie Murphy on Richard Pryor about Bill Cosby.

"It was a well-kept secret that Bill fucked everything that moved."