Take this spoonful of backlash, MK*.

Locals defend "sketchy" area slammed on TV by 'The Office' star

(* Girl, you know I love and respect you. I'm just repping my city and my sweet tooth)

Luv It's Custard is a Vegas staple. Nothing like a tastey treat next to barbed wire, homelessness and crippling fear.

I recommend the Tutti Fruti special minus the nuts and gunshot wound to the chest.

Mindy Kaling agrees.




Shot to the heart and you're to blame, you give Luv It's a bad name.

I know you've asked yourself "Self, what is In Living Color's Tommy Davidson been doing lately?" Lord knows I have.

Apparently, lots of crunches and nothing else.

Not on my watch, biotch!

I had a friend in town this weekend and I, of course, did my locals duty and brought her to the famous Welcome to Las Vegas sign.

It's kitsch. It shines like justice. It is a national historical marker.

Much to my horror, I found that it had been tagged by hooligans.

Read here.

Cry in the comment section. Or be racist and stupid in the comment section of the story. Your call.

*** Update: The sign has been restored. But the sting of the event remains. ***

Never met a Maggie I didn't like

This is further proof Maggies are a formidable bunch.



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He fought the law and the law won (TWSS edition)

Courtesy: Office Tally

Target (hallowed be its name) just had an insane sale on DVDs.
We're talking good. $3.99 good. I went a little nuts. It was a scene.

So, I would like to take this opportunity to introduce a few new members of my DVD family.



Movie collection meet Tootsie. Tootsie meet movie collection.










Play nice with others, American Gangster. I'm watching you.










Hey you guys! Make room for The Goonies.










When there's something missing from cinemahood, who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters.







In a series of very fortune purchases, Lemony Snicket now calls my DVD collection home.







Now lets slow it down for the ladies. Really, Breakfast at Tiffany's is here to make the rest of you look classy.










The wild card. Something to shake and bake things up. Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.





Sadly, The Sandlot couldn't be here tonight. Some greedy little scab-eating butt sniffers cleared the shelves of that cinematic masterpiece. Next time.