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(Pictured above, a gentleman in New York prefers the à la carte approach to head coverings)

The Day I Found VD in My Salad.

It's not every day you manage to spot a social disease in your lunch.



See it? VD!



Holy Mother of Goldschlager. Pewter Bear. You're back.


Yeah, yeah, yeah. We didn't ask you what you've been up to. We just commented that you were back. Like we haven't been missing you. At all.


That's right. Pukefucker. Let it soak into your thick, hateable pewter skull. We don't like you here. Hell, nobody ANYWHERE likes you, Pewter Bear. You're a miserable, kickable, douchetastic explosion of detestable mule droppings on a piss cart.


Hmm. True.

Poo Bags!

In a bizarre turn of events, Joel had the chance to meet beleaguered female rapper Remy Ma.

Joel was innocently shopping at Fatbeats on Melrose, looking for some new breakbeats to eat dick to, when in comes Remy Ma and her entourage! Remy Ma was in L.A. for an interview with Source magazine. She had to return to New York in a few days to face charges of shooting a friend over $2000.

Joel immediately recognized her and started spouting some crap about him being her number one fan and whatever, and Remy wasn't having it. Joel was also blocking the section she was trying to browse through, so she got all "Whut?" and Joel was all like "You're the best or whatever!" Then Remy started reaching for her gat, then Joel pissed his pants and went home without buying that new breakbeat compilation from Mixman.

(pictured above, J'Net does a pretty good job writing her own bio for work, except for the fact that she misspells the name of the agency she works for. She must have gotten Duvall's friend Cola to edit it.)