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.)

1) Have an extramarital affair with chief of staff.

2) Deny, deny, deny - even under oath. Oh, and fire people who might expose you.

3) Once irrefutable evidence of affair is discovered, become conspicuously quiet.

4) Wait 2-3 weeks.

5) Offer public apology… in a church.

6) Accept resignation of chief of staff.

7) Show up to city’s biggest annual event dressed like the P.I.M.P. that you A.R.E. (See above).

8) As calls for your resignation become louder, turn up the crazy: Say you’re on a mission from God!

9) If calls for resignation do not subside, blame the media! Call detractors racist.

10) Repeat ad infinitum.

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!

No-hitter! The last Tigers no-hitter was in 1984, two days before I turned two. We all know how that season ended…

America’s Favorite Cities, 2007. It’s OK, buddy. Even when you’re just a pile of rubble populated by a couple dozen hobos, we’ll still love you.

Fifty percent of Barber College employees find the music of Bob Seger pedestrian and boring. Can you guess which half?

(Note: One hundred percent of Barber College employees were born and raised in Michigan and attended school in Ann Arbor.)

Ozzie stood in front of me in the checkout line at the supermarket by my office at lunch and I put “the hexx” on him. Playoffs in the bag.

Go Tigers!

I always say I’m from just north of Detroit or just outside Detroit. Yes that means Grosse Pointe.

Detroit is the wild Uncle you were scared of when you were really young, thought was awesome when you a teen cause he might buy you beer and when you’re older you kinda just end up pitying cause he’s lonely and sad, but you won’t let anybody say anything bad about him cause he’s your Uncle and you love him.

Why doesn’t the kid wear a shirt? WHY don’t they say why he doesn’t wear a shirt?

Better than The Jack-Impresionator, not as cool as the Brow (RIP), the super detroit fan of super detroit fans.

Wow, fuck all the Chicago festivals. Add in all the local acts that usually play and D-town’s Tastefest is really gonna be good for a change. I have to go home for my cousin’s wedding anyways that weekend, but who wouldn’t wanna go see Kings of Leon, Common, New Pornographers and Ray Davies?

FOR FREE.