Your truly will be interviewing this chica so she can explain how she’s become so hilarious.

With New Year’s Eve coming up, I wonder how many of us will wake up the next day naked, save for those twirly things strippers wear on their nipples, and roll over and look at a dude who ALSO has those twirly things on HIS nipples, and you wonder, “how the HAY-ELL did I get [...]

As of late, this blog has been infiltrated by unwanted guests from Trollpania. But this is a new strain of virus–the “edu-ma-cated” troll, who starts out quietly, voice just a whisper of dissent (unlike his Neanderthal ancestors who had not yet developed the art of subtlety), and slowly, steadily and tactically attempt to derail and disrupt the pleasantness and sisterhood that is BB&W. It kind of reminds me of that zombie movie that starts with all the undead being so stupid that shooting them in the head is like fish in a barrel, but then towards the middle they become a little more savvy, like using tools and stuff to eat people’s brains out. But you know what happens in the end? The good guys always win, and those zombies get their green, rotting arses kicked before the credits roll.

See who/what won this round.

This is what happens when they serve you vodka from the tap.

So my Facebook pal, Lee Moulton, sent me a heart-breaking news. Apparently, NEKKID yoga might have contributed to the demise of Kim Kardashian’s sham of a marriage with basketballer Kris Humphries!

Tell me, what is the point of reminding me that some folks out yonder just wish I would die already? That’s like an Orthodox Jew going to a Gift of the Magi church play, standing up in the middle of the audience and yelling, “We like Hanukkah better, but this is a really cute unicorn story!”

Ah…ommmm…yah meh que ya muh que yah…ommmm….

Crazy soror sisters and Team White Jay drops some members.

After you open this post, you’ll notice that the picture does not correspond with the content. I only add it an a blithe attempt to mention I have recently whitened my teeth. That is all.

Okay…who’s yours? Tell the truth, shame the debbil…