Just another story that makes me so happy to have four girls. Or not.

Apparently the Dallas area – which will be hosting the Super Bowl next weekend – needs an additional 10,000 strippers to accommodate an expected influx of 300,000 visitors, according to John Walsh, of Showtime Cabaret.

And that’s just for the Steelers and Packers.

I joke. Everyone knows football players don’t like strippers. Actually, Charlie Sheen is coming to the game, and the area is trying to prepare. It’s not unlike getting ready for a hurricane – if a hurricane did more damage.  

Men are pigs (if someone has a free ticket, I’m in).

Walsh says his club, which employs 50 young ladies, needs another 100-120. Apparently that 10,000 number covers all 60 clubs in the area. That’s right – 60.

It’s short and to the point. Read the rest of this entry »

I often wonder what to do should a wolf get loose in Concord and accost me as I’m walking down the street. Read the rest of this entry »

I stumbled upon this after I saw a video of Cheap Trick playing on Conan recently, without Bun. E. Carlos on drums (an awesome version of “Dream Police” with real strings, played by people who looked like they were having a blast). Read the rest of this entry »

I heard from a few people after deadline for whom I left messages concerning my tribute to Phil Kennemore, Y&T’s longtime bassist, who died last week of cancer at 57. Read the rest of this entry »

I hate it when I come home and someone has mistakenly destroyed my house.

Andre Hall of Pittsburgh, Penn. came home after the holidays to find a backhoe atop a pile of rubble that was once his home.

Apparently the city was set to demolish a home – for what we don’t know, though a bad paint job can’t be ruled out – and sent out a contractor to do the job, and someone proved they can’t read an address.

The city confirmed the mistake and – funny enough – the contractor didn’t return requests for comment.

Somebody has a big check on the way.

But how much fun would it be to be the guy who gets to destroy houses for a living. Until, of course, you destroy the wrong one.

I hate it when I come home and someone has mistakenly destroyed my house. Read the rest of this entry »

And they laugh at me when I tell the story of how I had to run screaming from the cow that tried to eat me. Read the rest of this entry »