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March of the Penguins

The 40 Year Old Virgin

2046

Wallace And Gromit - The Curse of The Were Rabbit

A Scanner Darkly

Addendum: This one is for taking your girlfriend to, in order to score the big points.

March of the Penguins

The 40 Year Old Virgin

2046

Wallace And Gromit - The Curse of The Were Rabbit

A Scanner Darkly

Addendum: This one is for taking your girlfriend to, in order to score the big points.

Did you know the guy who coined the term "weblog" (which later morphed into "blog") is a 53 year old homeless guy?

I didn't.

Robot Wisdom, the first weblog.

Did you know the guy who coined the term "weblog" (which later morphed into "blog") is a 53 year old homeless guy?

I didn't.

Robot Wisdom, the first weblog.

So I'm at work, and I decide to take a smoke break. I grab my copy of Never Mind The Pollacks by Neal Pollack (which gets better as I go), and head outside.

I'm smoking by the big garbage can outside (an unconscious marker of being far enough from the door that none of the office ladies will complain, and to minimize the risk of fake 'I hate you for smoking' coughers), and reading my book. Enjoying the cigarette, really enjoying the book. A small sun shower begins, followed by a slight, but pleasant reduction in temperature. I was happy.

I reach over to my side and grab the can from off the lid of the garbage can, and take a sip.

Hmm. This doesn't taste like my Diet Coke with Splenda. More like Diet Dr. Pepper.

I WASN'T DRINKING OUT OF A CAN!

By now, I had figured out that I had taken a sip of someone else's old soda, which had been sitting out here for god knows how long.

I had not swallowed.

This is the part where I would spew soda in a great arc in front of me. If it wasn't for the three girls that just exited the building, headed in my direction. Walking slowly. Like Matrix slow.

So here I am, a mouthful of god-knows-who's soda in my mouth, all I can do to keep from dribbling warm soda in front of these girls, or spewing in the arc I had originally planned, which would have soaked them (Down wet t-shirt fantasies! Down!).

I nod, and look down at my book, waiting for them to round the corner. I keep staring at the page, at the word Ubermensch. Ubermensch Ubermensch Ubermensch Ubermensch Ubermensch.

Corner rounded, spewing commenced, followed by a brisk mouth-washing-out, then this post.

Now I want a cigarette.

So I'm at work, and I decide to take a smoke break. I grab my copy of Never Mind The Pollacks by Neal Pollack (which gets better as I go), and head outside.

I'm smoking by the big garbage can outside (an unconscious marker of being far enough from the door that none of the office ladies will complain, and to minimize the risk of fake 'I hate you for smoking' coughers), and reading my book. Enjoying the cigarette, really enjoying the book. A small sun shower begins, followed by a slight, but pleasant reduction in temperature. I was happy.

I reach over to my side and grab the can from off the lid of the garbage can, and take a sip.

Hmm. This doesn't taste like my Diet Coke with Splenda. More like Diet Dr. Pepper.

I WASN'T DRINKING OUT OF A CAN!

By now, I had figured out that I had taken a sip of someone else's old soda, which had been sitting out here for god knows how long.

I had not swallowed.

This is the part where I would spew soda in a great arc in front of me. If it wasn't for the three girls that just exited the building, headed in my direction. Walking slowly. Like Matrix slow.

So here I am, a mouthful of god-knows-who's soda in my mouth, all I can do to keep from dribbling warm soda in front of these girls, or spewing in the arc I had originally planned, which would have soaked them (Down wet t-shirt fantasies! Down!).

I nod, and look down at my book, waiting for them to round the corner. I keep staring at the page, at the word Ubermensch. Ubermensch Ubermensch Ubermensch Ubermensch Ubermensch.

Corner rounded, spewing commenced, followed by a brisk mouth-washing-out, then this post.

Now I want a cigarette.

Well, hellbroth and damnation, oh, mama, could that really have been the beginning, if my little eleven-year-old rod had the power it would have ripped right through my slacks, because I saw it, the music, and don't you tell me that Gene Vincent was the leader of any pack because Memphis was it before I saw Elvis or Jerry Lee or Warren Smith, before I met the Prisonaires before I had even heard of acetate, when cough syrup was the only thing I was on, and I grabbed my daddy hard around the neck, and I pulled and tugged and said "don't you fucking touch her, you fucking bastard!" and outside the Black Boy played an electric blues and I never needed "Hound Dog" or some "Love Me Tender" shit because I was there at the source. I had no time for adolescent rebellion or that Blackboard Jungle greaser imitative second-tier crap because when you're live from the phonograph department at W.T. Grant's in downtown Memphis, when Saturday night is Willie Mitchell and the Four Kings at the Arkansas Plantation Inn, you realize that rock-and-roll is not born, and it does not die. I see the continuum with my own two eyes, suckers, and when my dearest daddy smacked me with a closed fist in that car and my mother scratched at him with her sharp lacquered nails and he bled from the cheek and someone tried to sell him a fifty-cent chicken pie through the window and he said "fuck your nigger food," and smashed it back in that man's face, well, then, it wasn't much of a choice between my family and the blues. It was one and the same. I was in Memphis, boy.
Neal Pollack, Never Mind the Pollacks

Well, hellbroth and damnation, oh, mama, could that really have been the beginning, if my little eleven-year-old rod had the power it would have ripped right through my slacks, because I saw it, the music, and don't you tell me that Gene Vincent was the leader of any pack because Memphis was it before I saw Elvis or Jerry Lee or Warren Smith, before I met the Prisonaires before I had even heard of acetate, when cough syrup was the only thing I was on, and I grabbed my daddy hard around the neck, and I pulled and tugged and said "don't you fucking touch her, you fucking bastard!" and outside the Black Boy played an electric blues and I never needed "Hound Dog" or some "Love Me Tender" shit because I was there at the source. I had no time for adolescent rebellion or that Blackboard Jungle greaser imitative second-tier crap because when you're live from the phonograph department at W.T. Grant's in downtown Memphis, when Saturday night is Willie Mitchell and the Four Kings at the Arkansas Plantation Inn, you realize that rock-and-roll is not born, and it does not die. I see the continuum with my own two eyes, suckers, and when my dearest daddy smacked me with a closed fist in that car and my mother scratched at him with her sharp lacquered nails and he bled from the cheek and someone tried to sell him a fifty-cent chicken pie through the window and he said "fuck your nigger food," and smashed it back in that man's face, well, then, it wasn't much of a choice between my family and the blues. It was one and the same. I was in Memphis, boy.
Neal Pollack, Never Mind the Pollacks

Note: Some of the comments are in pretty bad taste. Some however, are hilarious. Such is the web.

Addendum: It's like crack. I got to #591 before I forced myself to quit. Here the best pictures/comments so far (Copy and paste. I'm so not going to make all those links. Or just change the number at the end.).

http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=296
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=270
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=305
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=307
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=328
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=330
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=373
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=387
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=388
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=409
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=422
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=435
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=442
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=445
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=454
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=457
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=475
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=492
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=504
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=507
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=530
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=536
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=544
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=571
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=591

Note: Some of the comments are in pretty bad taste. Some however, are hilarious. Such is the web.

Addendum: It's like crack. I got to #591 before I forced myself to quit. Here the best pictures/comments so far (Copy and paste. I'm so not going to make all those links. Or just change the number at the end.).

http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=296
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=270
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=305
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=307
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=328
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=330
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=373
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=387
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=388
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=409
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=422
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=435
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=442
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=445
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=454
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=457
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=475
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=492
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=504
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=507
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=530
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=536
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=544
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=571
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=591

This is Dokaka. Click Dokaka. Pick a song you're familiar with. Freak the hell out.

This is Dokaka. Click Dokaka. Pick a song you're familiar with. Freak the hell out.

Korean Salsa. They do everything with a little extra awesome.

found via gewgaw.

Korean Salsa. They do everything with a little extra awesome.

found via gewgaw.

To discover the truth, I now find myself interviewing people at least twenty years younger than I, or more. It makes me uncomfortable, because I want to sleep with all the women, especially Sleater-Kinney, who can make beautiful noise that seems abstracted from their mouths, fingers, bodies, and instruments. They make me want to suck in my gut and remove my chin fat with a surgical hose. Well, do you blame me? They're hot.
Neal Pollack, Never Mind the Pollacks

Pollack rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He pulled his cats Max and Kansas City out of his duffel bag, where they'd been suffocating. They panted feebly and scratched at him. "Well, kitties," he said. "London again! Won't this be a delightful adventure?"
Neal Pollack, Never Mind the Pollacks

To discover the truth, I now find myself interviewing people at least twenty years younger than I, or more. It makes me uncomfortable, because I want to sleep with all the women, especially Sleater-Kinney, who can make beautiful noise that seems abstracted from their mouths, fingers, bodies, and instruments. They make me want to suck in my gut and remove my chin fat with a surgical hose. Well, do you blame me? They're hot.
Neal Pollack, Never Mind the Pollacks

Pollack rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He pulled his cats Max and Kansas City out of his duffel bag, where they'd been suffocating. They panted feebly and scratched at him. "Well, kitties," he said. "London again! Won't this be a delightful adventure?"
Neal Pollack, Never Mind the Pollacks

I like my Yahoo mail. Granted, I have to put up with little banner ads at the top, but who cares, really. Usually, they're slick little uses of limited space, but not this time. The upside-down animated running tigers are my favorite part. Does this make you want to use this company? Bad Design. Bad, Bad Design. No treat for you.

I like my Yahoo mail. Granted, I have to put up with little banner ads at the top, but who cares, really. Usually, they're slick little uses of limited space, but not this time. The upside-down animated running tigers are my favorite part. Does this make you want to use this company? Bad Design. Bad, Bad Design. No treat for you.

Just started watching season one. What the hell is up with that theme song? I honestly thought that they pulled a b-side form some shitty 80's hair metal band and just slapped it on there. At least 4000 other people agree with me. Anyway, I'm going to go through the first season, but if I'm not really into it by then, I'm gonna dump Trek altogether for a while. Pretty sure nothing's gonna beat DS9.

I've been meaning to watch all the Joss Whedon stuff anyway.

Just started watching season one. What the hell is up with that theme song? I honestly thought that they pulled a b-side form some shitty 80's hair metal band and just slapped it on there. At least 4000 other people agree with me. Anyway, I'm going to go through the first season, but if I'm not really into it by then, I'm gonna dump Trek altogether for a while. Pretty sure nothing's gonna beat DS9.

I've been meaning to watch all the Joss Whedon stuff anyway.

The Epson Stylus Color 850 Ne is my Evil Fax Machine. I need to kill it.

If you let this stupid fucking thing run out of paper, it prints hundreds of pages of crap. Seriously. Hundreds. Then it'll start working again. Maybe.

Aaaaaaaaaaa!

The Epson Stylus Color 850 Ne is my Evil Fax Machine. I need to kill it.

If you let this stupid fucking thing run out of paper, it prints hundreds of pages of crap. Seriously. Hundreds. Then it'll start working again. Maybe.

Aaaaaaaaaaa!

Gotta give Wendy's credit for the cool ad campaign. Make sure to check the outtakes.

Gotta give Wendy's credit for the cool ad campaign. Make sure to check the outtakes.

Ian and Laurie (whoever the hell they are) were good enough to put insanely high quality video of every Live 8 show online. Yikes.

Ian and Laurie (whoever the hell they are) were good enough to put insanely high quality video of every Live 8 show online. Yikes.

"According to a CDC epidemiologist named Tom Verstraeten, who had analyzed the agency's massive database containing the medical records of 100,000 children, a mercury-based preservative in the vaccines -- thimerosal -- appeared to be responsible for a dramatic increase in autism and a host of other neurological disorders among children."

"Since 1991, when the CDC and the FDA had recommended that three additional vaccines laced with the preservative be given to extremely young infants -- in one case, within hours of birth -- the estimated number of cases of autism had increased fifteenfold, from one in every 2,500 children to one in 166 children."

"In China, where the disease was virtually unknown prior to the introduction of thimerosal by U.S. drug manufacturers in 1999, news reports indicate that there are now more than 1.8 million autistics. Although reliable numbers are hard to come by, autistic disorders also appear to be soaring in India, Argentina, Nicaragua and other developing countries that are now using thimerosal-laced vaccines."

Read the whole thing here.

"According to a CDC epidemiologist named Tom Verstraeten, who had analyzed the agency's massive database containing the medical records of 100,000 children, a mercury-based preservative in the vaccines -- thimerosal -- appeared to be responsible for a dramatic increase in autism and a host of other neurological disorders among children."

"Since 1991, when the CDC and the FDA had recommended that three additional vaccines laced with the preservative be given to extremely young infants -- in one case, within hours of birth -- the estimated number of cases of autism had increased fifteenfold, from one in every 2,500 children to one in 166 children."

"In China, where the disease was virtually unknown prior to the introduction of thimerosal by U.S. drug manufacturers in 1999, news reports indicate that there are now more than 1.8 million autistics. Although reliable numbers are hard to come by, autistic disorders also appear to be soaring in India, Argentina, Nicaragua and other developing countries that are now using thimerosal-laced vaccines."

Read the whole thing here.

Boy says coach paid him $25 to injure player

By Chuck Brittain
Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
Saturday, July 16, 2005
(article found here)

The mother enrolled her 8-year-old autistic son in a Fayette County T-ball league "to help him socialize and gain confidence."

Instead, the boy got a coach who offered to pay a 7-year-old teammate $25 to injure him before a game so the boy's limitations wouldn't keep the Falcons from a win, according to state police at Uniontown.

The 7-year-old boy threw a ball at his teammate's left ear and then threw another ball into his groin during warm-ups before the game, according to state police. The 8-year-old boy didn't play with the Falcons during the game on June 27 and went to the hospital instead.

Mark Reed Downs Jr., 27, of Dunbar, Fayette County, is accused of engineering the attack so the boy would be unable to play, police allege.

He was arraigned Friday on two counts of criminal solicitation and one count each of corruption of minors, criminal conspiracy and recklessly endangering another person. District Judge Deborah Kula, of North Union, released Downs on unsecured bond on the condition he has no contact with the victim or any witnesses in the case.

The boy's mother said she contacted state police only after she received no support from the R.W. Clark Little League in North Union, said Trooper Thomas B. Broadwater.

Downs "approached the other member of the team and told him that he would give him $25 to hit the victim on his head with a baseball so that the victim would not be able to play in the game," according to arrest records, and Downs told the victim "to take the night off after he was hit."

The boy was taken to The Uniontown Hospital for treatment and was released the same day, police said.

Downs allegedly told the father of the boy who threw the ball, 'I did an ignorant thing tonight," Broadwater said. Downs allegedly admitted to the father he offered the payment so the team wouldn't be hindered by the 8-year-old boy's physical limitations, according to the trooper.

The father "flipped out" on Downs, Broadwater said.

According to court records, the mother of the child with disabilities told police that Downs "looks for excuses not to play (her son) because he is not as talented as the other kids" despite a league rule requiring each child to play a minimum of three innings per game.

Before the June 27 game, the mother said, her son was tossing a ball around with the other boy. According to the affidavit, her son "came crying to her that (the other boy) had hit him on his head" behind his left ear. The mother said she sent her son back onto the field, and he was struck a second time, this time in the groin.

The mother said that "she then talked to (the boy) and he said that the coach, Mark Downs, had told him to hit (the victim). She stated that she confronted Downs and he denied doing anything wrong."

League president Eric Forsythe said he thought the incident has been "blown out of proportion," and that the boy simply missed the ball. He said he told Bowers, "If you feel this happened, call the police. She obviously took my advice."

A woman who answered the telephone listed as Downs' in the criminal complaint, denied the coach did anything wrong. The woman refused to identify herself and said Downs did not want to be interviewed.

"There is no story here. He (Downs) didn't do anything," she said before abruptly ending the telephone call.

The mother of the child with disabilities did not immediately return a phone call seeking comment.

Court records allege the father of the other boy told him he "was helping Downs carry his bags to his car when Downs said that he had done something pretty ignorant."

They allege that Downs told the other boy he didn't want (the victim) to play because Downs "wanted to win. He stated that Mr. Downs told him that he would give him the $25 if his father signed him up for fall baseball."

Broadwater said Downs "has denied his involvement. He denies he ever made a statement of admission."

"I have no doubt that it happened," Broadwater said.

The victim's mother told Broadwater during an interview that the incident "culminated a season-long feud involving her son, who is physically limited.

"The coach (Downs) was very concerned about winning -- that's all he wants -- and made excuses for not playing the child," the mother told police.

Downs has also denied the allegations to his attorney, Thomas W. Shaffer, of Uniontown. "He told me that he would never put one kid up to hurt another," Shaffer said. "He said he has kids of his own and that he would never ask one kid to harm another kid."

Shaffer said Downs has three daughters, 8-year-old twins and a 4-year-old. The twins play for the Falcons.

Forsythe said the mother of the victim requested Downs as her son's coach because the two families "are friends." The mother put her son in the league "to help him socialize and gain confidence," according to court records.

The R.W. Clark Little League is not affiliated with the International Little League.

Boy says coach paid him $25 to injure player

By Chuck Brittain
Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
Saturday, July 16, 2005
(article found here)

The mother enrolled her 8-year-old autistic son in a Fayette County T-ball league "to help him socialize and gain confidence."

Instead, the boy got a coach who offered to pay a 7-year-old teammate $25 to injure him before a game so the boy's limitations wouldn't keep the Falcons from a win, according to state police at Uniontown.

The 7-year-old boy threw a ball at his teammate's left ear and then threw another ball into his groin during warm-ups before the game, according to state police. The 8-year-old boy didn't play with the Falcons during the game on June 27 and went to the hospital instead.

Mark Reed Downs Jr., 27, of Dunbar, Fayette County, is accused of engineering the attack so the boy would be unable to play, police allege.

He was arraigned Friday on two counts of criminal solicitation and one count each of corruption of minors, criminal conspiracy and recklessly endangering another person. District Judge Deborah Kula, of North Union, released Downs on unsecured bond on the condition he has no contact with the victim or any witnesses in the case.

The boy's mother said she contacted state police only after she received no support from the R.W. Clark Little League in North Union, said Trooper Thomas B. Broadwater.

Downs "approached the other member of the team and told him that he would give him $25 to hit the victim on his head with a baseball so that the victim would not be able to play in the game," according to arrest records, and Downs told the victim "to take the night off after he was hit."

The boy was taken to The Uniontown Hospital for treatment and was released the same day, police said.

Downs allegedly told the father of the boy who threw the ball, 'I did an ignorant thing tonight," Broadwater said. Downs allegedly admitted to the father he offered the payment so the team wouldn't be hindered by the 8-year-old boy's physical limitations, according to the trooper.

The father "flipped out" on Downs, Broadwater said.

According to court records, the mother of the child with disabilities told police that Downs "looks for excuses not to play (her son) because he is not as talented as the other kids" despite a league rule requiring each child to play a minimum of three innings per game.

Before the June 27 game, the mother said, her son was tossing a ball around with the other boy. According to the affidavit, her son "came crying to her that (the other boy) had hit him on his head" behind his left ear. The mother said she sent her son back onto the field, and he was struck a second time, this time in the groin.

The mother said that "she then talked to (the boy) and he said that the coach, Mark Downs, had told him to hit (the victim). She stated that she confronted Downs and he denied doing anything wrong."

League president Eric Forsythe said he thought the incident has been "blown out of proportion," and that the boy simply missed the ball. He said he told Bowers, "If you feel this happened, call the police. She obviously took my advice."

A woman who answered the telephone listed as Downs' in the criminal complaint, denied the coach did anything wrong. The woman refused to identify herself and said Downs did not want to be interviewed.

"There is no story here. He (Downs) didn't do anything," she said before abruptly ending the telephone call.

The mother of the child with disabilities did not immediately return a phone call seeking comment.

Court records allege the father of the other boy told him he "was helping Downs carry his bags to his car when Downs said that he had done something pretty ignorant."

They allege that Downs told the other boy he didn't want (the victim) to play because Downs "wanted to win. He stated that Mr. Downs told him that he would give him the $25 if his father signed him up for fall baseball."

Broadwater said Downs "has denied his involvement. He denies he ever made a statement of admission."

"I have no doubt that it happened," Broadwater said.

The victim's mother told Broadwater during an interview that the incident "culminated a season-long feud involving her son, who is physically limited.

"The coach (Downs) was very concerned about winning -- that's all he wants -- and made excuses for not playing the child," the mother told police.

Downs has also denied the allegations to his attorney, Thomas W. Shaffer, of Uniontown. "He told me that he would never put one kid up to hurt another," Shaffer said. "He said he has kids of his own and that he would never ask one kid to harm another kid."

Shaffer said Downs has three daughters, 8-year-old twins and a 4-year-old. The twins play for the Falcons.

Forsythe said the mother of the victim requested Downs as her son's coach because the two families "are friends." The mother put her son in the league "to help him socialize and gain confidence," according to court records.

The R.W. Clark Little League is not affiliated with the International Little League.

This is the strangest thing I've ever seen involving bubbles and a bikini girl. Ever.

This is the strangest thing I've ever seen involving bubbles and a bikini girl. Ever.