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I Am So Sick Of Squishing My Bananas

The Plain Dealer gives the low down on three Cleveland area parents who turned their children’s misfortunes into profitable ideas. A little baby who can’t get along with the other kids and has to call mom everyday? Just draw pictures on her lunch bags until the other kids notice and soon enough you will be seeing dollar signs. Was that too harsh?

The Best You Could Do Was B-man?

The Free Times stops has finally stopped writing about Panic at the Disco! and instead serves up a piece on Bob Peck, a Cleveland graffiti artist who has been able to turn his passion into a career. Now if only someone would pay me to make bad jokes.

The Free Times: Paying Someone to Make Bad Jokes

So this guy is given the opportunity to write an article about horrible ways to die, and instead of churning up some Dane Cook level shit like drowning and the only way you can surface is if you come up through fire, the guy talks about not wanting wear shorts at an amusement park, eating fish, or dancing. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Then, just when you can’t take it anymore the best joke comes, “This a summer rerun. (Eric is alive, but he’s felt better.) It first appeared July 24, 1996.” Yeah, not only do The Free Times publish shit, they re-publish it.