Greg Oden Sexts

Well, it looks like things are starting to really look up now for our charismatic superstar, Barack Hussein Obama. He gave his big speech last night and claimed that the country has never been in better shape and that he's totally optimistic for the future. The dude is either a pathological liar or completely delusional. Maybe a mixture of both. Whatever the case, if Barry stays on this current course, he's in deep trouble. The whole thing is just depressing. Jive, jive, and more jive. It's like watching brothers trying to pick up white chicks at that dive bar in Atlanta. Amusing to a point, but in the end, just pathetic.

A comment from yesterday's post urged me to look into what's going on with a local politician and some business dealings involving an old hotel here in downtown Greensboro. And I got on the News & Record website and did pull up an article about it. I got bored of it pretty quickly though. I did try to look into it. There was some effort put forth on my part. I just don't care that much. I gave up being outraged at Skip Alston years ago. Sorry.

Some crazy news out of the NBA, as my man Greg Oden has had some nude photos he took of himself surface on the World Wide Web of Deceit. Evidently, Oden took these photos himself with his camera phone and sent them to a girl he was seeing a few years back. I feel kinda bad for Oden. First, because he's been perpetually hurt. And now for trusting some girl with naked pics of him. Now, as many readers of this blog are aware, sexting (for the few of you who don't know or haven't participated in this practice {like the Jacobys no doubt}) sexting is sending self-taken naked pictures to whoever via cell phone) is very prevalent among younger (and sometimes not so much younger) skanks. I have seen plenty of slightly enticing to completely gross photos in texts of girls in various states of undress (from topless shots all the way to pics of chicks fingering themselves). The funniest part about all of this sexting is that the next day, when whatever girl has sobered up and realized what they did the night before in an alcohol fueled moment of exhibitionism, they text and plead to have the pics deleted. And I'm not always a terrible person (believe it or not), so I do always delete them. There are a number of times I've been tempted to share such photos and have a bit of a laugh over the whole thing. But I haven't. At least not until the day that I get a hot sext from someone like the chick who appeared on Friends as the other sister of the chick from Friends who was married to Pitt. Then, well...

Geilfuss finally put up a post earlier this week and in it he talked about a class he's taking on Shakespeare. And even though I've never read a book in my life (much less a Shakespearean play), I took a couple classes myself that centered around old Billy Shakespeare. And from what I can recall from the few days I actually showed up in class, Geilfuss will really enjoy the play about all the gender confusion (I believe it's titled 12th Bite). I have spent lots of time with Geilfuss and I think I know him well enough to state that he won't be able to follow 12th Bite at all. Maybe Geilfuss can get some tutoring on Shakespeare from Jason's Drunk Roommate Frank. That would be awesome. Because if there's one person in the bars in the town that Elaine Benes is from who might be more confused about Shakespeare than Geilfuss, it's Jason's Drunk Roommate Frank. I would buy them countless drinks just to listen to them discuss old Viola. I really would.

Now, if we could just get Geilfuss to take a class centered on my man Tommy Hardy...because old Eustacia Vye would blow his mind.

I got a text from my friend Bette earlier today (she is a true math expert, not a fake one like myself, and one of the nicest people you'll ever meet). Anyway, Bette did say how much she enjoyed some of the stuff on this blog involving State Workers. She knows everything I said about them recently is true.

I tried to sleep last night

But I caught you dreaming

About days we used to wonder away