If the Kwame case hasn’t been enough to pique your interest in the sordid affairs of Detroit’s political royalty, we bring you another that’s just at juicy. It seems a certain U.S. Senator’s husband has a taste for bargain-priced prostitutes!

Tom Athans wasn’t all about the $4500/night sessions in swank D.C. hotels like Eliot Spitzer. No, he was more into $150 15-minute quickies in the women’s room at the Residence Inn.

And just when you think he’s about to face some serious charges, we get to my favorite part of the story: “Athans was not charged with soliciting prostitution, since he agreed to testify against the woman…”

Today’s lesson: If you get caught soliciting a prostitute, sell her out A.S.A.P.!

(Thanks to Jina for the link.)

Texas, we need to talk…

Suddenly I have a craving for lottery tickets.

No clever comment from the BC repertoire could make this better than it already is:

Thanks to IT Master Gordo for the link.

Your mayor may be dishonest and corrupt, and you may be suffering the irreversible consequences of having an undiversified economy, but at least the Pistons’ losing streak is over!

Chess master and world-class asshole Bobby Fischer is dead. He may have been the best chess player of all time, but saying that 9/11 was “wonderful news” and that someone should execute “hundreds of thousands of American Jewish leaders” earns him the people suck tag. Barry Bonds, this is what you have to look forward to.

From ESPN.com’s Chris Sheridan, we bring you the early leader for Worst Metaphor of the Millennium, 2001-3000:

The gesture didn’t work and Curry missed the free throw, but it mattered not one iota on a night when the anxiety and tension surrounding the Knicks evaporated when it quickly became apparent the Pistons were playing as lifelessly as attendees at a corpse convention.

Really? Corpse convention? And “lifelessly” is a clunky word. Please don’t use it. Personally, I would’ve gone with “The Pistons were as limp as James Bond’s dick at a NAAFA convention.” But that’s only one more reason why I could never be a sportswriter.

1) Lie to get what you want.

2) Remember that the more raw emotion you pour into your lies, the more likely people are to believe them and give you what you want.

3) If you get caught lying, become indignant and pretend that you are the victim.

So I found this site today. It’s like a certain feature on this blog, only the opposite. Any schmuck can post pictures of scantily clad women and call it a blog, but does he know how much effort and creativity it takes to make fun of a random, defenseless MySpace user who had the misfortune of showing up in my browser every single week?*

It’s been a really long time since BC had a legit blog feud, but maybe it’s time to start another one. We might be fairly mainstream with our own domain now, but like they always say, you can take the boy out the streets, but you can’t take the streets out the boy.

Just so you know what we’re dealing with, here’s some sample text from Hottest Girls of MySpace. For now, I’ll withhold further criticism:

For the record, I have respect for all people, especially women (mostly because they have breasts and a vagina). But in all seriousness this is a blog to entertain and amuse both myself and my readers. If you take it seriously, that is up to you. I do not know any of the people I post about and all of the commentary is based on my impressions of the pictures I publish. Therefore, any comments taken as offensive or rude? Too fucking bad. The pictures tell the story.

Let me tell you what I like best about this picture It’s not the tongues on the tits. It’s not the beer in hand. It’s not the fact that they’re drunk or that this picture just totally kicks some serious baby tushy. You know what I love? That slight belly bulge on the girl getting licked. You can tell she’s just a little chubby and I just love that. Why? She’s real. And she has the tits to compensate for that cute little kitten trapped inside her tummy. What a perfect one night stand candidate. Wow.

Plain, simple, yet devious. For all we know that’s really one of those stars in the middle of a circle symbolizing the devil. For me? I just think it’s a signal pointing to her ass crack. That kind of tattoo is a road map to look down. Are we really going to look UP after seeing it? No.

What is it that makes a pornstar? Seriously I don’t get it. I mean she could easily enter the business. I suppose it’s just showing your vagina on film and letting a penis come into the frame. All of sudden that instantly make men want to have sex with you.

* I don’t mean “week” in the literal sense. And it’s not that much work, really.

“After the Aug. 26 call, the teens, ages 16 and 19, were awakened in the middle of the night and given the shock treatments, at times while their legs and arms were bound. One teen received 77 shocks and the other received 29. One boy was treated for two first-degree burns.”

Come on, Massachusetts. You were doing so well!