I am usually the first one to defend police, as I’ve got policemen in my immediate family.
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I’m trying to think why they thought using pepper spray on an 8 year old boy was appropriate.
The only thing I can think of is that they didn’t want to try to physically restrain him due to potential lawsuits, so they went down the dubious pepper spray road.
I’m also wondering if this child has been tested for possible disabilities? Supposedly he is in therapy, so the answer should be yes. Right?
In the video, I first thought that the police spokesperson was the lawyer for the boy’s family, and I thought he was being sarcastic when he mentioned they were “in fear of this 8 year old boy” or whatever similar sentence he said that I’m too lazy to go back and double check.
I’m just feeling like it is alternate universe day, for some reason.
Chris Martin fared not much better than Tobey Maguire, receiving only 9% of the vote. Iron Man might just be unstoppable at this point.
Today I’ve got yet another 80′s throwback, although this actor found almost as much fame on the Broadway stage as in the movies. And seriously, looking at his photos, I am positive that there is a decaying portrait somewhere in his attic.
Was there ever much of a doubt that RDJ would win out over Jeffrey Dean Morgan? Farewell, Jeffrey, you and your purty eyes are still welcome at many a place, I am sure.
Today I’ve got someone who DOES NOT DO IT FOR ME. I say that in all caps because this man is someone I do not consider remotely sexy, although I’m guessing there are many that do. Let’s just say that on a M/F/K list, he would have to be a K because I have no use for him whatsoever. Not that I’m trying to influence your vote, or anything.
Despite the similar bone structure, Jeffrey Dean Morgan won out over the smoldering Javier Bardem with 65% of the vote. Maybe it was Bardem’s turn as a tragically coiffed serial killer that turned you off, or maybe you are just suckers for a smile?
If it’s the latter, then our next contestant might be in trouble. This dad first became famous because of his abs and the way his abs looked hovering above some tight white Calvin Klein briefs. Since then, he’s come quite a long way. Baby.
Could. Not. Resist.
Have I mentoned Thursday nights usually find me in a semi-coma?
A couple weeks before winter break, the Munchkin came home upset because he had gotten into trouble at school.
When pressed for details, he lied about the incident, claiming it was because he had called another child’s drawing “stupid.”
While not a fantastic thing to do, I wondered why he was so emotional about it, when the truth finally came out. Well, it came out after being badgered about it for the remainder of the day by moi, as my Spidey-senses told me all was not as it seemed.
Turns out, a fellow classmate had accused him of saying the word hell in a non-opposite-of-heaven way.
He swore up and down that he didn’t say it at all, and claimed to not even know what it meant.
I’m on the fence as to whether he did say it or not, but I’m pretty sure he knows what it means.
Did the Munchkin get punished?
Well he did, but not for the cussing part. He got punished for not being upfront about what had happened.
Because yelling at him for cussing? Pot, meet kettle.
You see, my father, who was a very fix-it type of guy, would curse up a storm every time he worked on a project. So if he had to fix a leaky sink, my young self would stand in the kitchen, see a waist and a pair of legs sticking out from the cabinet doors, and hear a stream of curses that would make any sailor blush.
Did I cuss in elementary school? You betcha. And I was a very straight-laced honor student at a Catholic school.
I was just smart enough not to cuss around anybody that would tell on me.
I truly try not to curse in front of my children, and I would say I am 99.8% successful. But one of his best buddies is an 11 year old from a home that has a lot of salty language being thrown about, not to mention my in-laws not watching their language around him, or even my own dad on occasion. Oh, and my own husband isn’t all that great at keeping his language perfectly clean either.
Yes, I know all about the people who say that cussing means you are ignorant and haven’t the language skills to truly express your outrage, so cursing is just a way of flaunting your lack of vocabulary.
Actually, I think the people who go around saying made-up expressions are worse. You can go around all day and spout nonsensical expressions, but when you stub your toe against the bedpost, “fiddlesticks” just will not do.
Getting kicked to the curb yet again was poor Conan O’Brien. Dude can’t catch a break, can he? But in other news, that means Neil Patrick Harris has won enough CDF’s to propel him to the Hall of Fame, where he shall frolic henceforth with the likes of Jason Bateman and Jon Stewart. Lucky guy.
So we’ve got two brand new contestants to start off the week before Christmas, and I love you all, but I’m not posting anything on Christmas, so there will be an extended voting period.
Neil Patrick Harris is completely obliterating his competition, beating out Tom Hardy with 70% of the vote. Sorry, Tom, maybe too many people hated Inception? Which from what I heard, was a film you either loved or loathed. I meant to go see it, but these kids of mine keep getting in the way of my ability to go out a lot.
Today I’m featuring someone I’m surprised I’ve never featured before. Even though he pretty much always plays doofy comedy roles, he actually is quite handsome.
But, damn him for not being shirtless anywhere! Ben Stiller, you ruined my streak!
It is time for Dwayne Johnson, aka The Rock, to ascend to the hallowed CDF Hall of Fame. He had a couple of close calls, but he managed to pound his competition to smithereens. And you, gentle reader, can now breathe a sigh of relief that all the horrible rock puns will be no longer.
Today I’ve got two new celebrity dads for you to ogle vote upon.
Notice, if you will, that I keep my shirtless streak alive for another week! Well, sort of, anyway.
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