"Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Door to door tattoo salesman."
"Door to door... hey, wait a minute, do you sell Hepatitis B too?"
It's really a cautionary tale for our age. Don't accept homemade tattoos or subprime mortgages from strangers.
What kind of a person orders up a tattoo from a door-to-door tattoo salesman? Why this type, of course:
I think her name is Lurlene Lumpkin. Something tells me this is far from the stupidest thing the poor dear has ever done in her short, poorly-thought-out life.-----------------------------------------------------------------
- Kill a cyclist, go to jail. Kill a cyclist, laugh your ass off about it, go to jail for 2.5 times longer. Which is as it should be.
Go ahead, kids, laugh your gay, tree-hugging, French asses off about Ms. Arrington's joke. I'm *sure* she'd have a sense of humor about it. It's all in good fun, right?TUCSON, Arizona - A judge sentenced a woman to nearly the maximum prison term for negligent homicide after hearing a recorded jail conversation in which she made light of the cyclist she killed.
Melissa Arrington, 27, was convicted two months ago of negligent homicide and two counts of aggravated drunk-driving in connection with the December 2006 death of Paul L'Ecuyer.
She could have received as few as four years behind bars, but Superior Court Judge Michael Cruikshank sentenced her Tuesday to 10 1/2 years — one year shy of the maximum.
Cruikshank said he found a telephone conversation between Arrington and an unknown male friend, a week after L'Ecuyer was killed, to be "breathtaking in its inhumanity."
During the conversation, the man told Arrington that an acquaintance believed she should get a medal and a parade because she had "taken out" a "tree hugger, a bicyclist, a Frenchman and a gay guy all in one shot."
Arrington laughed. When the man said he knew it was a terrible thing to say, she responded, "No, it's not."
Lawyer: She's always felt remorseful
Assistant Public Defender Michael Rosenbluth told the judge his client has never been "cold, callous or flippant" about L'Ecuyer's death and has always felt remorseful.Arrington said words couldn't express how she feels, and that once she's out of prison, she hopes to share her story with Mothers Against Drunk Driving.
L'Ecuyer, 45, was riding his bike the night of Dec. 1, 2006, when Arrington swerved off the road, hit him and then continued for 800 feet before stopping, according to Deputy Pima County Attorney Jonathan Mosher.
Arrington's blood-alcohol content was .156 percent, nearly double Arizona's .08 legal limit. She had been driving on a suspended license for a prior drink-drive conviction.
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I like getting stuff from my readers. One of them, Steve, whom I met at a race last fall, shot me a link to Dave Moulton's Bike Blog - an excellent blog from an old warhorse of cycling.
Dave Moulton writes a nice summary of the career of Fausto Coppi, il Campionissimo, the man after whom my club is named. Fausto was stylish and strong, attacking with flair and winning by destroying the competition. He dated the hottest women in Italy, he was glamorous, as Radio Freddy would say he was so PRO, the very epitome of a bicycle racer.
Dave also has a great writeup on Gino Bartali, Coppi's great rival, who won in a much more methodical, determined, grinding manner. He was a real warhorse on the bike, and his rivalry with Coppi is overplayed. But his great distinction in my mind was acting as a courier for the Italian resistance, along with the Catholic Church working to save many Jews by smuggling travel papers to them. Bartali never bragged about this and only mentioned it briefly to his sons, in passing. They were shocked to discover after his death that his activities had been extensive. Bartali was also a great great rider, but to my way of thinking, he was the epitome of a man. Shit, I place within a 9 iron of the podium I can't shut up about it. This guy was a TdF winner and one of the true heroes of WWII, and he couldn't be bothered to brag on himself at all. I can't tell you how much I admire him, for his attainments on the bike and off it, and for the quality of his character.
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Finally, WHICH LOST CHARACTER ARE YOU?
Holy crap! Those who know me, know that description is uncannily accurate. I'll be damned... I wonder how they did it.
I know - they must have Dr. Neil Clark Warren working for them.
of personality, with Sayyid Jarrah.
And three different types of Pork Rinds."
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Dang, I got Charlie!!! Too Fun.
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