“Cheese it, the fuzz!”

Whatever happened to Joe Berger? OK, that question won’t mean much to those who aren’t familiar with my fraternity, but this week the Weekly World News brings you “HOW TO TELL IF YOUR PROSTITUTE IS AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL (all caps theirs.)

A sample, out of their list of ten:

2. Out-of-date lingo — Alien prostitutes try to fit in by using streetwalker slang — but often use outdated terms. A hooker who sees a police car and whispers, “Cheese it, the fuzz!” likely hails from deep space.

Funky six-degrees thing

The alumni association at Dartmouth College, where I attended as an undergrad, has set up a web application called “incircle” which lets alumni list their friends and then look up profiles, and see who their friends’ friends are. It’s interesting, as is the fact that it uses full middle names – it’s sort of odd seeing them for a lot of people who I knew in college but didn’t know their middle names.

In any case, if you’ve found my blog via the Dartmouth listings, hello and welcome and sorry that posts are so sporadic – we’re in a big deadline at work, and I just have not had the time to procrastinate that I usually do.

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