I know I’ve posted at least once here about Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger, and how I remembered what she was known for once in college. I never really took the chance to explain how I remembered it, but thankfully, for situations such as these, we have Jason Mulgrew:

So Jim and Emma are making out in his living room and move into the bedroom. Both are still fully clothed, but things look promising.

They get into the bedroom and Emma sits down on the bed. When she does so, she accidentally sat on a clothes hanger. She lets out a little “Ow!” and pulls the hanger from under her butt. Jim, who’s sense of humor is about as tasteless as it gets, says to her as he grabs the hanger and throws it aside, “Don’t worry – we won’t need that until tomorrow.”

His response to the story (about friends of his apparently not named “Jim” and “Emma”), was simply, “Um, wow.”

And I think that sums it up perfectly.

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For some reason, Dan has an oddfixation with me today. I don’t know what it is. You hate a few interns (and hate is such a strong word, though I really wish I had some duct tape and a fly swatter for the little bastards), and make a John Dillinger comment, and its like you’re a celebrity. I think he just wanted to show off his Bowling Green-related Dillinger knowledge, because I’m usually alot funnier than that during a night of work.

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Is it just me, or would “the gold ball” in the Home Run Derby tonight be alot funnier if Mike Lowell was involved?

Also from the Derby:

-I know they try to do it in preseason, but the format for this really needs to be more head-to-head. After going on for three-plus hours, I was ready for a nap, and I wasn’t even paying that much attention.

-Manny Ramirez looked like a freaking housewife with the cute little braids and the bandana thing holding it up. Do you think him and Johnny Damon do each other’s hair? Or do they stop at soaping each other’s back in the shower? (And by “stop”, I mean, “only after the reach-around”.)

-Approximately 7.5 million Americans have trouble using their voices. What is it going to take to get Chris Berman to be one of them? (Note: This was actually said much better here.)

-Seriously, is there a statistic that proves how much better Johnny Damon hits on days he’s been “Man-Rammed”? Peter Gammons has to know this, I’m sure.

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This was the big news in Indianapolis today:

It’s a shame that the dog died, now he can’t go into a bar with a bandage on his leg and say, “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”