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It’s Time for My Endorsement Deal

Tiger Woods is the first athlete in history to bank $100 million in a year. That’s a lot of balls. The astrological sum is thanks in part to a raise he finagled out of long-time endorser Nike. The deal is this: Nike gives Tiger up to $100 million to promote its products for a further five years in a deal thought to be the largest of its kind. That’s livin’ large.

The Curmudgeon wants to live large. I want it, I want it, I want it. So I say to all you “endorsees” out there, “the Crusty Curmudgeon is ready to shill for your agenda, service, software, hardware, vitamins, penis enlargers, maxi pads, cars, flowers, candies, beer, liquor, perfume, cologne, soap, shampoo, realpoo, cigarettes, cigars, airline, vacation spot, city, country, law office, bail bonds, erection pills, Spanish fly, fruit fly, pest control, website, building site, TV show, burlesque show, movie, theater, home repair service, escort service, secret service, etcetera, etcetera.”

In short, I’ll endorse almost anything. I left out porn because I wouldn’t do a thing like that (attn. porn purveyors: contact me on my private line). Granted, I am not Tiger Woods. Nike didn’t waste their money either. The pre-Tiger Nike golf division was a barely a blip on the screen and today they do $600 million annually. If Tiger got a piece of the pie, I only need a crumb. Come on Old Spice. I can even whistle that song for you. How about you, Extense? I’ll “grow” with your company. Come deep pockets all. I am ready to shill.

The Pooting Perp

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Here in the plush offices of the CC (that’s Crusty Curmudgeon for you neophytes), we’re always on the lookout for odd police actions. Sometimes, when were not too busy stuffing our faces with truffled turkey and martini’s, we even write about them. I do so today with this tale of a tail.

…and then he struck a match and…KABOOM!

West Virginia, steeped in rich history such as hillbillies, strip-mining, and black lung, is host to our report of police abuse. Jose A. Cruz was pulled over for driving without headlights. According to the cops, the complaint said he smelled of alcohol, had slurred speech and failed three sobriety tests. He was handcuffed and taken to the station for a breathalyzer test.

As patrolman T.E. Parsons prepared the machine, Cruz scooted his chair towards the cop, lifted his leg and “passed gas loudly.” And then he fanned it in the general direction of the cop. The cop wrote in his complaint, “The gas was very odorous and created contact of an insulting or provoking nature with Patrolman Parsons.” Oh, the humanity!

Cruz admitted that he cut one, but denied moving his chair toward the cop nor aiming his poot at the officer. He further claimed he had an upset stomach and the police wouldn’t let him use the bathroom.

“I couldn’t hold it no more,” he eloquently stated.

He also denied the rest of it, i.e., being drunk and uncooperative. Cruz stated that the cops thought the poot incident was funny at the time, yukking it up with him, but then the complaint said different.

When asked how he felt about the complaint now, Cruz lamented, “This is ridiculous. I could be facing time.”

Think of the precedent this could set. The lawsuit potential alone is mind-boggling. Does your spouse let ‘em rip while your sleeping? Sue ‘em! Someone accidentally let one escape while you’re standing in line behind them? Sue ‘em! It’s not like the court system doesn’t stink enough as it is. The insurance companies will be right behind the movement, smelling money. You’ll need personal gas insurance.

This is going to be a big new thing. Remember, you got a whiff of it here first!

The Shameless Self-Promotion Section

Speaking of lawsuits, they keep getting wackier and wackier. I just published this article on my five favorite frivolous lawsuits and the decay of the American Justice System. You can read it here: Five Stupid Lawsuits: You Don’t Like It, Sue Me!

Spying Pigeons in the Middle East

Photo on Flicr by Kevan, http://www.flickr.com/photos/kevandotorg/2892411193/

Here in the top secret offices of The Curmudgeon, we are constantly on the lookout for spies. I am particularly suspicious of bugs, expecting them to be little robotic creatures equipped with cameras and recording equipment. This is just the type of corporate espionage some of our competitors would engage in, such as the site All Stupid Things and Important Stuff Ignored. Naturally, countries are known for spying on another, for example, Pakistan and India.

To support this accusation, India has arrested a spy from Pakistan. Or so they say. The spy is being held under armed guard. No one is allowed to visit the prisoner, being held in an air-conditioned room (bloody nice of them – with the heat in India and all), and probably kept in a cell. More like a cage, really. Appropriate, because the spy is a pigeon.

The pigeon was found by a local resident with a ring around it’s foot and a Pakistani phone number and address stamped on his body. The Pigeon carried a message, though no note has been found. Local pigeon fanciers said that Pakistani pigeons are easily identifiable as they look different from Indian ones. Maybe the pigeon speaks Urdu instead of Hindi. In any case, senior officers are taking it seriously and have ordered they be updated 3 times a day. So far, the updates say, “Pigeon still won’t talk. Just that incessant cooing.”

What I can’t comprehend is how the pigeon could go back to Pakistan and report his findings? Unless, of course another spy – a human one – would tie another message to it to be delivered. But that’s ridiculous. India is a free society, with cell phones and the Internet and everything. Surely there are better ways to communicate with Pakistan?

I’ll say this though. Things are getting desperate when a country uses carrier pigeons for spying. I thought that went out with World War II. But it’s not so strange to think about spying Pigeons. Iran arrested two pigeons they said were spying on a nuclear facility just in October, 2008. We all know how logical and sensible Iran is. Naturally, they accused the United States, and believe the bands around the pigeons feet are actually communication devices. Ah ha! Now we’re getting somewhere. Although they can’t figure out how they work, Iran is sure the bands somehow communicate with the U.S. Sound familiar?

Very close to robotic spying bugs. Stranger things have happened.

(Some information for this story came from Breitbart.com and the London Daily Mail.)

Man Flashes, Bus Crashes

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senaleko/flickr

Here in The Curmudgeon edifice, we are what you might call a “flashy” group, but we are not flashers, at least not that I know of. That is to say nobody has been caught. Of course I am not counting our yearly Mardi Gras celebration, where there is some flashing, but the wholesome, feminine kind. Not so for an act perpetrated on a public New Zealand bus.

A man showed his New Zealand sausage roll to a female bus passenger, who did what any modern, intelligent, progressive woman would do. She screamed. She screamed bloody murder. She wouldn’t stop screaming. So what does a bus driver do with an hysterical screaming woman aboard? In New Zealand, he alters his course and drives straight to the nearest police station. Only by the time the driver gets there, he is nervous and panicky, so when he opens the bus door and gets up, he forgets to put the bus in neutral. Well, the crazy lady is still screaming, so he can perhaps be excused this temporary lapse in caution. The bus is not so forgiving however, and it lurches forward and crashes into the police station entrance.

The interesting thing is the flasher was just 14 years-old, so it probably wasn’t a sausage roll, or even a banger, but more like a little sweet gherkin. The woman reacted absolutely wrong. What she should have done—and I’m telling all females this–laugh your ass off. Oh, yes. Laugh, laugh, point at it, laugh. Now I don’t know what kind of a reaction a flasher wants in a woman, but I think it’s probably along the lines of shock and awe. I can guarantee he doesn’t want her to laugh. No man wants that. No man can stand that. Indeed, that gherkin would have retracted back into his pants like a turtle’s head back into its shell.

Police charged the 14 year-old alleged flasher with pulling out an indecent act…er, I mean…carrying out an indecent act.

All this trouble because one stupid kid whipped out his alleged hot dog.

Wait. It wasn’t a hot dog. It more like a Little Smokey. Now that’s a scream.

(Some information for this story from The New Zealand Herald.)

Man Rents Closet, Woman Lives in One Undetected

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Here in the spacious but not cavernous offices of The Curmudgeon, we are amazed at what people will pay and go through to find someplace to live. The most recent example of closet camping comes from Delray Beach, Florida, where Sergio Santos rents a closet to live in – like an apartment – for $150 per month. This is true.

It’s a relatively large closet as closets go – 5 ½ by 14 feet – but still, it’s a closet. Mr. Santos (and yes, I will address him as Mister as he has my admiration for his creativity and fortitude) has done what he can with the space. This comes as no surprise since he is an architect and has designed housing projects, high rises and office buildings, but he lost his job and now works as a waiter. His skill as an architect has served him well closet-wise. He has designed the interior of his castle (for a man’s home is his castle) to now have a bedroom, office and mini-kitchen. Oh, he’s livin’ the high life all right, and he has cable TV, Internet service, a computer, mini-fridge, and a microwave.

He spent a total of $64 using recycled parts. Of course, I suppose it could get a little awkward after a date and he is asked, “My place or yours.” Definitely yours. Heck, maybe he’ll get his own TV show: Pimp My Closet.

But Wait…It Gets Weirder

But then there is this story from Japan. Sadder, yes, but much more remarkable too. A Japanese man became puzzled when food continually turned up missing from his kitchen over several months. He installed some security cameras that transmitted to his mobile phone. One day after he left, he noticed someone moving about in his apartment and, thinking it was a burglar, called the police.

The police found the doors and windows locked, but went in and began a room to room search. They searched everywhere a person could possibly hide. Finally they slid open a shelf closet, there she was hiding on the top compartment. Thing is, she had been living there for a year. Furthermore, she had put a mattress in the small place and apparently took showers. She was described by the police as “neat and clean.”

For some reason, I can only imagine a Japanese person being able to get away with this. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe it’s all the old Kung-Fu television show, or life-long training as a Geisha. You know, walk across this rice paper without tearing it training. I’m impressed by this woman too. To live like in a closet for a year with out being detected is remarkable.

Excellent, Grasshopper.

(Photo Credit: Geisha Juggling, flickr, Okanawa Soba)

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