No two ways about it, people have to be free...

I've never used tags except for two days ago. So I need to make up for it.

God is really picky with his food. Did you know that the Bible says not to eat lobster? Add that to you can't eat meat on certain days, gotta have bread and wine at church, can't drink too much, can't eat too much.. As my mom would say, jeepers crow! But really. What's the Man got against lobster. Lobsters ain't never hurt nobody.

Neither has the gay and lesbian community. But they ban them from oh shit no, marrying?! Do you know what they could do if they got married?! The horrors!

Maybe that's why lobsters scream when you boil them. They're screaming SINNER, SINNER!


On to baby news, I got to hold Liam yesterday. He's the cutest little shit on the planet. But he's got really long fingers. It's kinda freakish. But that's okay. I have freakishly long legs. Everybody's got something freakish about them, so he shouldn't sweat it. He's obsessed with his face too. It's kinda weird.

I said something ridiculously funny in the car last night, and I thought to myself, that's going in here, but now I can't freakin' remember what it was, and I don't like it. Sorry you missed out.

Tomorrow is Hug a Jew Day. So make sure you find your local, community Jew and give them a big ol' hug. The only Jewish blogger on Mindsay that I know of is eje224, so make sure you send her a virtual hug on this momentous occasion. If you don't know a Jew, just hug a stranger. Spread the love.

But please be cautious about it though. Don't go all orangutan on some poor unsuspecting person. Women nowadays tend to be rightfully paranoid about certain people. So if you're creepy looking, you have a huge beard, or if you look like Benjamin Linus from LOST, just stick with hugging your brother, aunt, or perhaps yourself. I've never been tasered, but I can imagine it sucks.

If you look like Dr. McCreamy, make her day and hug away.

Adrienne's mom proposed a great question last night: Why do baseball players always have something in their mouth? I'll let you guess what my immediate response was.

I don't like how a few of the people who have come back for the reunion thing are talking about how Mindsay is "great again" because there's more people, but then bitch about the lack of stuff that other blog sites have. Jimschweizer said it best. That's not Mindsay.

Does your driver's side doorlock work when you put your key in? Mine doesn't. It really sucks. But I look like a total gentleman when I walk around to let my wife in. Too bad I look like a total dumbass when have to pull a reacharound if I'm by myself.

I had an epiphany yesterday. For years I've always confused Bono, Sonny Bono, and Yoko Ono. I know, fucking retarded right? But I seriously did. I always thought Sonny Bono died from cancer or something cause he smoked a lot of pot. She told me this after I was singing Eminem's "Who Knew." Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin some trees.

I was pretty dumbfounded to find out he died in a fucking ski accident.

I don't understand those commercials for loans, computers, and what-not when they say, there's no credit checks! Isn't this how we go into this silly mess in the first place? And I'm tired of Beatles cover songs in half of the commercials on television. Just give me the Beatles version, not some pathetic knock-off.

The only Beatles coversong I enjoy is Lynden David Hall's "All You Need Is Love" cause he put some soul into it. There are certain songs that should never be covered. Two years ago some guy on American Idol covered "Imagine" and lost. That's because you don't fucking cover that song. It's perfect the way it is. There is nothing to be added. Let it be. A-har-har-har!

Anyway, if God gets to be picky with food, I get to be picky with music. Here's one of my favorite songs.