MONDAY SEPT. 10: Because of the lack of effectiveness of those commercials in which a car
full of Stony Maloneys runs over a kid on a bike whilst ordering at the
drive-thru as if their car was Grave Digger and the little kid was a
rusty car positioned in front of it, other avenues are being explored to
make people not like smoking pot.
When it comes to docs, I can be one hard-headed mofo. Back when I had a wisdom tooth yanked, after I had a bizarro reaction to the numbing meds that made me feel like I was on speed, the super-hot dentist handed me a detailed sheet of aftercare instructions. It was well written, but I promptly threw it in the dumpster.
If your favorite part of a cheese coney isn't the cheese and the chili, then you're not a real Cincinnatian. Similarly, if you don't think Pete Rose is the ultimate symbol of hard work, dedication and fortitude, then you're kind of a dick.
By the time this issue of CityBeat is published, the long and hard-fought presidential election will finally be over. Here are a couple of items to ponder as you're either celebrating or crying in your beer.
Proponents of the First Amendment and freedom of the press might want to think twice the next time they're considering popping into their corner United Dairy Farmers store for a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread.