A few years ago when Jimmy was working retail, he knew this hot little Asian girl. The two flirted endlessly until one night Byling called Jimmy in tears…she had just broken up with her boyfriend. Needless to say, being a stand up guy, Jimmy was at her apartment thirty minutes later consoling Byling, about ten minutes after that; the two were making out, about a minute after that; Jimmy Jam whipped his best friend out…but to no avail.
Luckily the following night, Byling agreed to shake hands with Jimmy’s best friend. The hand shake led to a month long affair where Jimmy was, once again, introduced to the majesty and wonder of the Far East.
Jimmy was last seen in an Opium den three hours south of Bangkok.
We miss you Jimmy
After being escorted from the 
class action lawsuits. The attorney commercials were topped by the various bail bond commercials…good times.
Luckily, there was the occasional commercial for the local fitness/gym chain…which I happen to be a proud member and a fan of. If you hit those gyms at just the right time, you will find glitter on the equipment from the D-cup strippers with no asses trying to keep it tight…not that I am complaining, G-d forbid. I have had days where I spent an hour on a treadmill just because I liked the view in front of me.
True observations from the DMV
I show up at the DMV at 12 and cannot find parking; probably because the facility handles over a thousand people per day and has about a hundred parking spots…great job guys.
Once past the brother in a wife beater standing outside smoking a menthol,
I find myself in line for an hour sandwiched between Javier the tatted, 4 foot gang banger and Wilbur the 40 year old redneck who was bragging about the killer deal he got on a 97 Chrysler (that was only the line for information).
After saying good bye to Javier and Wilbur, I was directed to the Photo line where I spent another hour listening to a lovely conversation about Obama’s handling of BP.
Go figure; astute political commentary from guys missing most of their teeth.
After getting my picture taken, I got to sit down for another hour to pay for my license renewal. That third and final hour was great because I got to see diversity at work; a white girl bond with a couple of black girls over Chelsea Handler. I believe the term “She so crazy” was dropped a few times.
So three hours and $50 later I stumbled out of the DMV…a wealthier man for the experience.