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March 30, 2004

I'm Friggin Famous!

That's right folks. You can now officially call the Mrs. and tell her you know someone famous. I am an icon. A personality. A celebrity. I am....a television GOD!

Okay, so that's a stretch. But my apartment complex is famous. And I live there. So one could assume (if they were an absolute moron) that technically I am famous by association.

Cue that very weird looking face you make when you don't understand a word of what you're reading.

Now I will explain. Last night on The Daily Show my apartment complex was featured in one of their award winning topical segments. They trashed it in true Daily Show fashion and I loved every minute of it. Not because I hate where I live. Actually, I love where I live. But because I thought it was totally wicked awesome that the situation surrounding my complex was so freaking moronic that it was actually featured on The Daily Show. How cool is that?

You say, eh? I say, woohoo!

See there's a little controversy going on here. My complex doesn't allow pets. Since Met Life bought the joint a few years back they've been strictly enforcing that rule. But some of the older tenants, including my next door neighbor still have pets. Not the biggest deal right? Not Daily Show worthy that's for sure.

Check it.

A few weeks back it was reported in The Post that my apartment complex was giving people 150 bucks if they ratted out anyone with pets. At the same time some animal rights group began paying people 160 bucks if they kept quiet. Now that's idiotic enough for The Daily Show.

Now I know you're probably sitting there, screaming at the computer, "Dude! Your neighbor has a pet. Go for the bucks bro!" Nah. They're good people. I would never rat anyone out. And I don't need some group paying me to keep quiet. I'd feel like I was working for some kind of animal mafia and that would just freak me out a bit.

But The Daily Show rocks, and I was just happy to be a part of it in any which way. Even if my apartment complex is made up of a bunch of animal hating nazi's.

Anyway, my girlfriend is currently writing about the same situation, and because of that I may have to walk over to the couch and beat her. That's right. I beat my girlfriend. Not with my fists. But with awful sentences like, "I love you" and "Sure, I'll help you with the laundry."

Wait. Maybe she's beating me. Doh!

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can i have your autograph? seriously how sucky is the apartment complex if they are paying people to rat on others. that's just wrong on so many levels

Posted by: garybibb | Mar 31, 2004 12:14:47 AM

Bibber, it's so wrong. But I love my apartment and I love where I live in the city. If something breaks they are there right away. When I go screaming because of three day long heroin binges - they don't complain.

The good outweighs the bad. But, seriously. Who wants to harm a cute little dog that shits all over the hallway? Really?

Posted by: Fat Dude | Mar 31, 2004 1:10:33 PM

How neat! I love that show and I saw that piece -- good for you for not ratting on your neighbors. :-)

Posted by: Maura | Mar 31, 2004 8:07:52 PM

If someone ratted me out, and i found out who it was, there'd be flaming poop on there door. And who doesn't love the occasional heroin binge?

Posted by: garybibb | Apr 1, 2004 11:54:44 AM

We had similar absurd crap in Freehold NJ where Condo Owners -yeah OWNERS- were being told by The Association that they weren't allowed to have pets. They freakin' owned their places and couldn't do what the hell they wanted?!?! And I love how they call it "The Association" likes it's some kind of housing mafia or something. Psht.

But we didn't get on TV and noone was being bribed into ratdom.

Posted by: HR Lady | Apr 1, 2004 10:28:38 PM

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