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"I shocked the world!"

Yes, boxing is ethically questionable. Else why would Don King and the mafia be involved? You know, other than the money. >_>

"Don't just stare at it. Eat it!"

I'm not so sure that's a proper salad fork, either. Ahem. For those wet noodles who don't want to click on the pic for a larger version, today's friendly reminder is, "Even when they are very rude, it is not okay to stab dinner guests in the eye. This may even be a crime in your locality."

"You're all alone, you know."

Citizens, hear me out. This could happen to you: Trying to come up with a title for this post, I was looking up the lyrics for the Kingston Trio's rendition of 'Zombie Jamboree' (from which this post's title was culled). The first link Google came up with said it had what I needed, so I clicked on it, and started reading. Sure enough, the page itself said it offered the lyrics for the relevant song, as follows. "Cause he gets up in the morning, / And he goes to work at nine, / And he comes back home at five-thirty, / Gets the same train every time. / 'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality, / It never fails." As I read, I had the growing fear that someone had confused a Kinks song about a young bourgeois Brit for an American ditty about a zombie dance-party . By the end of the stanza, I was convinced. I understand the Davies brothers can seem be creepy, but really. Ah, the Internet age, an era with misinformation ever at your fingertips. To make...

"Boot to the head."

Because I often threaten people in jest, they think it is okay to kick me in the head, or to say they will. I have news for them: It is not okay.

"So, let's sink another drink..."

Part of a series of five things everyone should know, but often forgets, which I will be posting up once per day. This one goes out to all those kids out there wondering how to impress their hot cousins on the dance floor--you know who you are--with an extra hint in print: Find some other way, foo'. Or, you know, do the gene pool a favor, and stop.