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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I Would Watch a Movie Called 'Bobby Hunter, Code Enforcement Director'
We here at wojr.com will always find time to catch up with college buddies.
Found on yourpennhills.com (by a loyal wojr.com correspondent):
Sorry for the inside joke/revisionist history. Please resume your normal activities.
wojr
We here at wojr.com will always find time to catch up with college buddies.
Found on yourpennhills.com (by a loyal wojr.com correspondent):
Municipal officials want house sold online demolishedIt could have been much worse. They could have bought an Acura Integra from him.
Penn Hills officials hope to see a house sold on eBay demolished.
Mark Bartholomaei, a Sewickley attorney, purchased the house at 5319 Verona Road for $18,000 at a sheriff's sale in March and sold the property on eBay for $22,100 in April.
Since then, the municipality filed three charges against Bartholomaei for not obtaining an occupancy permit, having a structure unfit for occupation and owning a building without providing safeguards from fire.
Municipal officials learned about the house being sold on eBay when the Florida couple who bought the property visited the code enforcement office to express their concerns about the house's condition. Robert Hunter, code enforcement director, would not release the names of the buyers to protect their privacy.
Though Bartholomaei says he has a sales agreement with the couple, county property records still list him as the owner. The Florida couple has the deed and needs to file it with the county to finalize their ownership, he said.
"I sent them a picture of the house before they bought it," Bartholomaei said. "I am trying to work out the issues with them. It boils down to the husband bid on the house without the wife knowing and he hadn't looked at the house before bidding."
Bartholomaei, who chose eBay for its broad reach, admits the house is not in great shape. He was hoping to make a profit on the sheriff's sale after friends did the same with another property. The house went up for sheriff sale because the previous owners, Charles and Joanne Abbott, owed more than $22,000 in delinquent taxes to the municipality, school district and county.
If the property is cleared, the Florida couple could make a profit by selling the land, Bartholomaei said.
The Florida couple were not the only bidders for the property. Ten other people from Pennsylvania and New Jersey were outbid for the property.
Bartholomaei believes the couple and a few others didn't check out the house before bidding. He said two months passed before the winning couple visited the house. The couple could have paid a local contractor $50 to check out the house before placing the bid on eBay, Bartholomaei said.
Fifty bids were offered for the property. The Florida couple outbid the next person by $100, said Bartholomaei, who did not have a reserve price for the auction.
"You pay for what you get," he said. "You have to take into consideration what you're bidding on."
Sorry for the inside joke/revisionist history. Please resume your normal activities.
wojr
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Shocker, Spider-Man. Spider-Man, Shocker.
From the wojr.com archives:
One of them owes me a case of Mad Dog.
wojr
From the wojr.com archives:
One of them owes me a case of Mad Dog.wojr
Labels: College, Comic Books, Nostalgia
Friday, October 27, 2006
What Could Only Be Called Bronc on Bronc
From the wojr.com vaults:
[click on pic to enlarge]
God, I love throwing him under the bus.
HAPPY 5PM FRIDAY EVERYBODY (even the gay cowboys)!
wojr
From the wojr.com vaults:
[click on pic to enlarge]God, I love throwing him under the bus.
HAPPY 5PM FRIDAY EVERYBODY (even the gay cowboys)!
wojr
Labels: 5PMSendoff, Bronc, College, Nostalgia
Friday, September 22, 2006
IT'S ACTUALLY MY THIRD FAVORITE NEW YEAR!
The people that will laugh at this post are few, but they will REALLY laugh at this.
For everyone else, come back next week. We have something special planned.
HAPPY 5PM FRIDAY (and Rosh Hashanah) EVERYBODY!
wojr
The people that will laugh at this post are few, but they will REALLY laugh at this.
For everyone else, come back next week. We have something special planned.
HAPPY 5PM FRIDAY (and Rosh Hashanah) EVERYBODY!
wojr
Labels: 5PMSendoff, College
Monday, September 18, 2006
They Are Real and They Are Far From Spectacular
So, I was walking down the street. A rarity in Los Angeles, I know. When I passed a house with a dunk booth randomly set up in the front yard.
Completely set up. Filled with water. Yet no one around. Very odd.
I’ve been in the dunk booth once before. Back in college for some charity/fraternity thing.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t planned on being in said booth that day and was ill prepared. No towel to dry myself off, no change of clothes and, most importantly, NO UNDERWEAR.
Word of advice, never freeball when you hit the dunking booth. Unless you get off showing your balls to the world at large.
Which I did. Show my balls that is, not get off on it.
I do not like showing off the boys. They frighten me, so I’m doubtful they’ll be well received by the dunking public.
Thankfully, now that I have disclosed this embarrassing exposure of my testicles to the entire internet, I can now be done with whatever residual shame I might be harboring from that event.
Don’t worry – I have many other shameful moments that I can still disclose and I’m fairly certain that I will get around to all of them.
wojr
So, I was walking down the street. A rarity in Los Angeles, I know. When I passed a house with a dunk booth randomly set up in the front yard.
Completely set up. Filled with water. Yet no one around. Very odd.
I’ve been in the dunk booth once before. Back in college for some charity/fraternity thing.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t planned on being in said booth that day and was ill prepared. No towel to dry myself off, no change of clothes and, most importantly, NO UNDERWEAR.
Word of advice, never freeball when you hit the dunking booth. Unless you get off showing your balls to the world at large.
Which I did. Show my balls that is, not get off on it.
I do not like showing off the boys. They frighten me, so I’m doubtful they’ll be well received by the dunking public.
Thankfully, now that I have disclosed this embarrassing exposure of my testicles to the entire internet, I can now be done with whatever residual shame I might be harboring from that event.
Don’t worry – I have many other shameful moments that I can still disclose and I’m fairly certain that I will get around to all of them.
wojr
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Let's Spend a Few Minutes Discussing College..
I guess the latest propaganda magazine that my Alma Mater publishes has been making the rounds. Normally, it takes an extra day or so to make it to the West Coast, so my sweet copy has not arrived.
In the back of these publications, the school issues little blurbs about some alumni and gives the latest tally in the race to marry, give birth and die. Some of the ladies don't do things in that specific order, but we love them anyway. Basically, the whole thing is just fodder for my little sewing circle of friends to pick up the phone or drop an email to gossip. Especially when an ex-girlfriend is involved.. But anywho..
The point I was going to attempt to arrive at was - I am so glad I went to college when I did, 1991-1995. (Yeah, I'm frigging ancient) Even though the Internet would have made schoolwork much easier and the cell phone would have facilitated many a drunken hookup, I am utterly jubilant that I am not in college right now.
Why is that? Well, I'm glad you asked.
I've been checking out collegehumor.com a lot recently. Basically, it's free, it's funny and it has pictures of drunk & naked girls. All three are causes I can vehemently support. Essentially, collegehumor.com is going to prevent an entire generation from seeking public office as every evidential image of drunkenness, stupidity and debauchery that occurs on college campuses makes its way to the internet. With the proliferation of digital cameras & camera-phones, more and more of these pictures and sites will be on the Internet.
Now if this practice was around when I was in college, well, I wouldn't be on the Internet right now. I wouldn't even be in America. I would be in Uganda, atoning for my sins as a missionary of some sort. AND I WOULD NOT BE ALONE.
Therefore, it is a good thing that I went to school when I did. Not only do all my college friends get my obscure 80s references, but they keep the evidence of our youthful transgression hidden from the eyes of the public. Plus, I don't think my white ass would thrive in Uganda.
Plus, as friends and ex-girlfriends start to have children, I am also comforted to know that the evidence of their children's drunken exploits will be showing up on the Internet in less than twenty years.
Now, I'm off the scan some pictures. I think I have one of Dan is his blue panties.
wojr
I guess the latest propaganda magazine that my Alma Mater publishes has been making the rounds. Normally, it takes an extra day or so to make it to the West Coast, so my sweet copy has not arrived.
In the back of these publications, the school issues little blurbs about some alumni and gives the latest tally in the race to marry, give birth and die. Some of the ladies don't do things in that specific order, but we love them anyway. Basically, the whole thing is just fodder for my little sewing circle of friends to pick up the phone or drop an email to gossip. Especially when an ex-girlfriend is involved.. But anywho..
The point I was going to attempt to arrive at was - I am so glad I went to college when I did, 1991-1995. (Yeah, I'm frigging ancient) Even though the Internet would have made schoolwork much easier and the cell phone would have facilitated many a drunken hookup, I am utterly jubilant that I am not in college right now.
Why is that? Well, I'm glad you asked.
I've been checking out collegehumor.com a lot recently. Basically, it's free, it's funny and it has pictures of drunk & naked girls. All three are causes I can vehemently support. Essentially, collegehumor.com is going to prevent an entire generation from seeking public office as every evidential image of drunkenness, stupidity and debauchery that occurs on college campuses makes its way to the internet. With the proliferation of digital cameras & camera-phones, more and more of these pictures and sites will be on the Internet.
Now if this practice was around when I was in college, well, I wouldn't be on the Internet right now. I wouldn't even be in America. I would be in Uganda, atoning for my sins as a missionary of some sort. AND I WOULD NOT BE ALONE.
Therefore, it is a good thing that I went to school when I did. Not only do all my college friends get my obscure 80s references, but they keep the evidence of our youthful transgression hidden from the eyes of the public. Plus, I don't think my white ass would thrive in Uganda.
Plus, as friends and ex-girlfriends start to have children, I am also comforted to know that the evidence of their children's drunken exploits will be showing up on the Internet in less than twenty years.
Now, I'm off the scan some pictures. I think I have one of Dan is his blue panties.
wojr
Sunday, March 14, 2004
"Why Is He Stroking His Mop?"
My aunt (who I love and adore) loves to send the sappy emails. Coupled with her recent propensity for forgetfulness, she sends me some again and again and again.
The most frequent being the one revolving around the teacher/professor that asks the name of the school's janitor as an extra credit question. When no one knows the answer, he scolds the students in some sanctimonious manner common to despondent ex-hippies.
If I was ever forced into that spot - facing that same extra credit question - here is my planned response.
"Our janitor's name is Fred.
Fred is an ex-con with a below average IQ. So, mopping the floors is best gig he can get. He likes the job because all the nubile co-eds provide him ample fodder for his masturbatory exploits.
Fred likes his solitude and hates how you call attention to his attempts to blend into the background. He wanted me to convey to you that he has your home address. The manner in which he mentioned that fact did not seem to imply that a Christmas card would be forth coming.
If you noticed, I have left the rest of my test blank. This is because Fred gave me your home address as well.
I expect an A.
wojr"
My aunt (who I love and adore) loves to send the sappy emails. Coupled with her recent propensity for forgetfulness, she sends me some again and again and again.
The most frequent being the one revolving around the teacher/professor that asks the name of the school's janitor as an extra credit question. When no one knows the answer, he scolds the students in some sanctimonious manner common to despondent ex-hippies.
If I was ever forced into that spot - facing that same extra credit question - here is my planned response.
"Our janitor's name is Fred.
Fred is an ex-con with a below average IQ. So, mopping the floors is best gig he can get. He likes the job because all the nubile co-eds provide him ample fodder for his masturbatory exploits.
Fred likes his solitude and hates how you call attention to his attempts to blend into the background. He wanted me to convey to you that he has your home address. The manner in which he mentioned that fact did not seem to imply that a Christmas card would be forth coming.
If you noticed, I have left the rest of my test blank. This is because Fred gave me your home address as well.
I expect an A.
wojr"
Labels: College, My Writing, Snide Remarks
