SETTING MY OWN STUPID RECORD STRAIGHT
by Todd Hartley
I’ll admit it: I’ve got nothing this week. Not one measly original thought in my head. So in order to stretch this poor excuse for a column to 750 words, I’m going to follow up on some of my more recent diatribes, written back when my brain still occasionally functioned. Those of you who don’t regularly read “I’m With Stupid” may have a hard time following this, but that’s not really my problem, is it?
• Are you freaking kidding me? I go on a health-food cleanse for one week, and Hostess suddenly files for bankruptcy? Come on. Was I seriously the last person keeping the company afloat? I can’t be the only one in America who routinely eats eight or nine Twinkies for breakfast, can I? Read the rest of this entry →