Monday, August 08, 2005

B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

Braindead on yet another Monday, I submit this uplifting tale of cheerleaders using their powers for the good of mankind:

ANN ARBOR, Mich. -- A man who left an accident scene was tracked down with the help of some cheerleaders who witnessed the crash and turned his license plate number into a cheer, police said. Members of the Lincoln High School varsity cheerleading squad from neighboring Ypsilanti were in Ann Arbor for a Universal Cheerleaders Association's camp when they saw the wreck near the University of Michigan campus. "I knew I was going to not remember it because there was too much going on," coach Patricia Clark said Monday on NBC's Today. "So, when I ran down the street and got the plate number, I yelled to the girls: Remember this!" The cheerleaders put their skills to work, chanting the license number. "The coach just said it and we were saying it over and over, and then it just turned into a big chant since we kept repeating it," said Kimmie Ostrowski, a senior captain for the team who also appeared on Today.

11 comments:

Jane D. said...

Isn't that special. People get put on TV for this kinda stuff? Must be a slow day in the whole world.

T.J. said...

Matt and Katie bring them on, dump pounds on sugar on them, and the American public eats it up. Then I read about it on Drudge, and bring it to you, the loyal GTB reader.

T.J. said...

I think this guy might want to buy the 2005 line of AnalBibs:

LOS ANGELES - For years, Howard White has advertised his strip club near Los Angeles International Airport with a not too subtle marquee reading "Live Nude Nude Nudes." But some tourists and nearby businesses say White has gone too far with his latest pitch for the Century Lounge: a freshly posted sign proclaiming "Vaginas R' Us."

Jane D. said...

TJ...I am slightly disturbed at noticing that I frequently happen to be choosing your same reading material.

Michael Jack said...

maybe tj can manage an obft recap tomorrow? or are you waiting for some boscure newspaper to write about it so that you can post what they wrote on here?

T.J. said...

You know better donkey. Whitney writes the recap, usually Tuesday or Wednesday. No reason to rock the boat. Maybe in that time you can manage to speak some words into a tape recorder, so we can see some content from you.

Chriswab said...

Great page !!! Greatings from Germany- Bottrop!!!

T.J. said...

Well that was officially disturbing. Is he the lost Hanson brother?

T.J. said...

What's that old saying, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Exhibit A:

TAMPA, Fla. -- The 19-year-old son of former baseball star Dwight Gooden was arrested for violating probation and faced additional charges of having marijuana and bullets in his car, police said.

Whitney said...

I'm still too hung over to recap, and may be most of the week. Also, since we were joined by the New and Improved TJ Doyle this weekend, we didn't get incidents like the indecent exposure to the neighbors' kids and such. In fact, he was so well-behaved, he was almost . . . normal. I think maybe his fiance "McMurphyed" him some time back and he let his hair grow long so we can't see the scars.

And Jerry didn't get to go out to the bar like he wanted, so if he had sex, if was with one of the other guys on the trip. No recap of that here, I'm hoping.

T.J. said...

Other highlights (and because no blackouts occurred, these are firsthand):
- Phrase of the weekend: "Git er done". Said roughly 690 times in 3-day span. All credit to Marston.
- Most Wasted Guy: Spurrier, who told me the same story at least 5 times Saturday between 6 and 9pm
- Best restaurant ever (traveling category): Fuckien Gourmet
- Best restaurant (not named Tortuga's): Souey's BBQ
- Due to extreme power of sun, I was hidden from direct rays 95% of weekend. Others were not so lucky.
- Why do the old guys hate on Coors Light so much? It is the coldest tasting beer in the world you know.
- Jason Bay. It's funny. Trust me.
- Most productive non-drinking activity of the weekend: Me and Jerry going to get my tux fitted and Jerry mailing his mortgage payment, with some 7-11 breakfast sandwiches thrown in for good measure.

When I think of some more, I'll be back to GTB.