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A few weeks ago, I did my top songs about the rain. Well, now all anyone can think about is the heat. Qualifications for these songs were rather strict: They had to actually be about temperature, not about a hot girl (eliminating songs such as Hotter than Hell by Kiss and Hot Child in the City by whoever the hell did that song), about how hot a person finds themselves (This is Why I’m Hot), or about an indistinguishable “it” whose origins we are unsure of (Drop It Like It’s Hot). OK, so Hot Stuff about Donna Summer isn’t really about the temperature but she got a pass because she her name has the word “Summer” in it. And I guess Heat Wave is technically about love, but there was no way that song wasn’t making the list. Let me know if I missed anything:

Had another private party at the Black Sheep on Saturday. This time it was a birthday party for Leslie Greenspan, and a fine time was had by all. Her team Crownespan, finished 4th, as The Sydney Pollack Mungers Finished First, edging the Figgles 111-110. Wuerffel’s Disciples finished 3rd. (I think there were a fair amount of Florida Alums there. I would like to point those Florida alums in the direction of this photograph. And this one. And also this one. Anyone see a pattern here?) Anyways, Johnny does corporate parties, birthdays, weddings, Super Sweet 16s, and bankruptcy proceedings. And he promises to give you 100% or more of what you deserve.

Congratulations to Team 4, the team that won at the private quiz held for the Pepper Hamilton Law Firm at the Boathouse Bar last Thursday. At least, I think it was Team 4. I can’t find the damn scoresheets. Cats musta ate ’em. Anyways, real lawyers seem to know their tv lawyers, as was evidenced by the wild card round. If anyone is interested in having Philly’s best quizmaster host a private event, please feel free to contact me.

To be honest, this whole Bonnie and Clyde thing is a sad indication of what happens when newspapers and TV become desperate for revenue. They latch on to any story about a hot 22 year old with a nice rack. Gone are the days of trying to win a Pulitzer by trying to find out how all of these drugs are getting into our neighborhoods or why our murder rate is so high. Now it’s just “Throw some pics of a chick with nice hooters on the site every day and see if we can get a few extra web clicks.” This ain’t murder. It’s identity theft, which nobody gives a flying s*** about. Trust me, I know.

I had somebody steal my checkbook about 5 years ago and write a $938 check to Dorney Park (seriously), among other things. The person who stole my checkbook was able to pass themself off as Jerome, even though they were a woman. A woman with apparently about 35 kids, all of whom she took to Dorney Park (who, incredulously, took a personal check). And where was the media then? I was in my time of need, filling out affidavit after affidavit. And there was no news truck anywhere in sight. Now that the news teams at all of the local TV and newspapers are experts on identity theft, I want them to do some research and see if they can find out who this damn woman was, so I can get my identity back. So that I can have my fun at Dorney Park! But I doubt they will. After all, rumor has it that a girl with a great ass just stole a Snickers bar from a 7-11. And Chopper 10 is there!

Heading to the Phillies ball game, so I’m leaving you with a few things to mull over.

• Remember Biosphere 2? Here’s a short video interview with Jane Poynter, who was in the Biosphere for two years. I remember being fascinated about this thing as a teenager. I want to read this Poynter’s about being in there.
• Speaking of baseball, have you read Richard Rys story in this months Philly Mag about the secretive owners of the Phillies? Pretty interesting.
• There is some sort of controversy at the ballpark in Seattle about two lesbians getting in trouble for kissing in the stands. Yada.Yada. Yada. Whatever. But then listen to this: Guerrero denied she and her date were groping each other, saying that along with eating garlic fries, they were giving each other brief kisses. What? Kissing between bites of garlic fries? Now that’s disgusting. They should have been kicked out for that
• Finally, here’s a few of my Kerri Lee blurbs from the past few days: A write up about Chuck Barris, a recap of weird news, and I ask what the best TV show of all time is.