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Picture of the Day
Columbus Division of Police Bicycles

Those bikes look pretty secure, don't they? The two Columbus Police officers patrolling the Short North on the custom-made units were taking a well-deserved break from harassing single-parents and college students Wednesday, possibly the nicest day of the year so far. Criminals also took advantage of the nice weather, harassing visitors parking in the city-owned lot at Buttles Avenue and N. High Street.

Columbus Blue Jackets

37-28-6 (80)

It took overtime, but the Jackets pick up a valuable two points against the Chicago Rainbowhaks. Columbus has also matched the franchise record for points in the season with eleven games left in the regular season.

Next up: at Florida, Saturday, 7:30pm

Short Fiction
Kamikaze Ann

The Country Place

Liquor Shits

The Puppy

The Bank Teller

Dear Jorgé
My friend wants me to knock her up

I want to sleep with my stepfather

Dr. Cruz provides advice for beating the winter blahs

Dr. Cruz is back

Drunk in the Booth
Ohio State rocks soft schedule

Jackets fans silenced in Game 3

NFL hates Jets, Jews

Wings take Jackets to school

Billy Guerin tells Philly to suck it

Indians partying like it's 1991

Jackets headed to Dee-troit

The Near Future of Sports

Blue Jackets lose to faggoty Penguins

Blue Jackets salvage point in loss to Calgary

Hemsky, Oilers hand Columbus crushing defeat

Spineless War Room in Toronto screws Blue Jackets yet again

Terry Frei and Adam Foote give each other rim jobs

Jackets take on Avs in Denver

Blue Jackets in Anaheim for New Year's

War Room screws Jackets in Dallas

St. Bernardus or the Columbus Blue Jackets?

Nash, Jackets screwed

Opening week college football picks
The Truth
Child molester Jackson now a hero

Father's Day notes from the Boss

Crew Change is boring

Mexicans show us how dirty they are

Columbus Police protect and serve criminals

Columbus Dispatch horseshit

Clowns suck

Columbus Police take their horsies for a walk

Fun with The Columbus Dispatch

We're millionaires, bitches

St. Patrick's Day observations

Ash Wednesday in Columbus

Signs you're in a bad neighborhood

Pickup lines that work like magic

Whitney Houston is a crack whore

Top 10 Elementary School Field Trips

Fun Facts for the retarded to share at cocktail parties

Things to do in 2009

The worst of 2008

Clintonville condo project burns

A good argument for arson

How to drive drunk

Jewelers make us hate Christmas

Buy more life insurance

Oklahoma is our new president

People in Philly throw things

Baked Oposum Recipe

Wheel of Fortune sucks

Movies that cause brain cancer: Cellular

How to pick up a prostitute

Good riddance to East on Arcadia

Is Columbus growing up?


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We're millionaires, bitches

Wednesday, March 18, 2009 10:18 PM

This afternoon we found out that we're going to get $40,000,000:

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If you know where we can buy some Vietnamese teenagers, let us know post-haste. We'll also need a tiger cage for quick and easy storage. Oh, and don't let that communist homo Barney Frank know we're rich. He'll take our wealth and give it to urbanites on behalf of The Magic Negro.


Oh, those stupid Canadians


Dig the small tits on the Canadian chanteuse. Those bitches just try harder.

You know that stupid friend of yours that always offers to call you a cab? Next time tell him that when we drove taxis for a living, we would drink at the bar until somebody said the word "taxi" or "cab." Then it was our time to shine.

Customer: Good night, sweetheart!

Hot Bartender: Don't drive! I'll call you a cab.

Us: Got a cab right here.

Everyone within ear shot: Yeah, John! Cab's already here!

Hot Bartender: Really?

Us: Fuck yeah, honey. (We point out the window.) We got it right out there.

Hot Bartender: Cool. Purple Hooters on the house!

Everyone within ear shot, as well as Us: FUCK YEAH! (Fifty dollars worth of small bills and half a gram of coke appear on the bar like magic.)


The moral of the story? There is no moral of the story.