Asshole Thursday

“Mr. Frakes, would you mind doing me a favor? Would you snap at me, just like this?”

And I demonstrated the snap.

He took me in, my pathetic high school geeky self, within a second. A mild sneer–disgust? boredom? annoyance?–played across his lips. Then he replied:

“What do you mean? I don’t get it. Am I the asshole here? Is it me?”

Bad ass.

I have a hard time reconciling this mess with the brilliance of Lucille Two. But there it is.

When working a drug detail in the 1990’s, Mankewich gained attention for pulling 54 grams of cocaine from a suspect’s rectum. He said he was patting the man down for weapons and felt a bulge.  A judge threw the case out, but then the judge was overturned on appeal and the arrest was upheld. When asked how many times he had found drugs in such a manner, Mankewich said, “‘probably seven to 10 times.”

And that’s the cop who made the arrest. A horrible story made worse by the day.

But seriously, I wouldn’t pull anything from anyone’s rectum. It just wouldn’t happen. Could be cash, gold, a rolled-up copy of Amazing Fantasy 15. No way.

This is just one example of their wonderfulness. Watch all their videos. Covers, originals, all amazing. I love the production and the instrumentation. I am a sucker for anything with a kiddie xylophone.

Let me address this. WHAT THE ****  ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, DUDE? I’m a lady. You know what my Star Wars is? It’s Star Wars. The same as YOUR Star Wars. Star Wars doesn’t have a freaking gender certificate next to its age rating. Millions of women have seen Star Wars. Millions of women love Star Wars.