Party Games

Martha likes to advise people how to throw perfect parties. Here's my favorite men's party game: get a case of Guiness. Everybody drink. Now, stand in a circle and try to belch the names of your favorite football players.

The Donald v. The Martha

Woo hoo! They're at it again! Months after Martha's version of the aprentice was cancelled, Donald Trump is still lobbing pot shots at her. He continues to blame Miss Martha's lously lead in. I'm reminded of Laureen Hobbs screaming how Howard Beale is dragging down her show. But does this mean The Donald is going to have Martha knocked off to bring up his ratings?

"Don't you fuck with my distribution charges!"

Indigestion

Bill Maher, noted PETA Nazi and confirmed vegitation, in his last HBO special, went off on what we eat as the cause of all our problem. He did a hilarious riff on ant-acid commercials as indicative of the fact that we eat the wrong shit. I can only say after the superbowl that I might not have eaten the wrong stuff, but I definitely ate too much! (and who doesn't?) Thye Superbowl: our anual festival of materialism and gluttony! Oh, wait, those are kind of year round things nowadays, aren't they? Miss Martha would probably order and artichoke heart and feta cheese pizza for Super Sunday. And that's why we are men. Manly men eat peperoni.