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One fateful night, Refined Taste and Youthful Abandon got drunk and did the nasty. The condom broke and they made a baby. That's us, and we're The Shit.

The Hot Shit

We, too, once swam over 3,000 miles down the Amazon. Except it was more like the Willamette, for ten miles, and we actually didn't leave the boat. But the delirium thing definitely happened.

So no one besides us remembers that one Travis Morrison song where he sings about whales, but this kind of reminds us of that. Except more hilarious. Good song topics for Rivers Cuomo: lesbians, animals. Bad topics: Beverly Hills, animals.

Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.

Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.

It's definitely about the free booze.

So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.

Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.

UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.

Oh, Keef. What have you come to? Oh wait, you've been this way for over 30 years.

$%*(&@#! MOVABLE TYPE I WILL KILL YOU!!!!

Reason No. 52,973 Why We Would Never Want to Live in New York City

creepy kid in tie

Being in close proximity to the overclass and their foie-gras-consuming offspring.

It looks like having kids with gourmet palates is the newest status symbol for the "urban sophisticate." They want their kids to appreciate the finer things in life as soon as possible, so members of this food-forward group of parents - foodies, chowhounds and gourmets all - try to expose their kids to as many different foods as they can. They enroll them in kids-only cooking classes so that they can get some hands-on experience and take them to fine dining restaurants - many of which now offer smaller kid-sized portions - as well as cooking dishes from around the world at home.
None of this takes away from the fact that these tiny gastronomes are still small children. You wouldn't like to go out for a spendy, high-class meal for yourself and your significant other, and have some toddler at the next table throwing a magnificent hissy because the chef let their organic Chilean turbot cook just a little too long, would you? Thankfully, New York's bizarrely autocratic chefs (reason number 77,602 why we wouldn't want to live in New York City) have got the little bastards under control:
Eric Ripert, the chef at Le Bernardin, Zagat's highest-rated restaurant in New York, thinks his dress code helps keep children in line. "They have a tie, so they are almost strangled already," he said. "They don't move much."
With so much that's wrong in this world -- terrorism, disease, poverty, and toddlers ingesting all that's French and expensive -- soon we may start wearing flannel, and then we'll take a wife and move far out into the country. And never come back.

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