A week ago Wednesday, an unnamed Polish couple living in Germany decided to tie the knot. The ceremony went off without a hitch. Vows exchanged … happiness and frivolity breaks out.
For about an hour or so.
Sometime during this first day of marital bliss, the 50-year-old man took a kitchen knife and decided he wanted to play “barber” on his new wife. The 34-year-old wife then alerted police, who placed a restraining order on the husband. He was only too happy to oblige.
“He said he never wanted to see her again and wanted an immediate annulment, and she said the same thing,” said a spokesman for the Hanover, Germany police department.
Two subsequent phone conversations led to more arguing, and now the pair will be splitting up for good.
To add even more weirdness to the story, the man spent his wedding night at a local homeless shelter!
Doesn’t it make you wonder why they ever got married in the first place? But hey, at least this marriage might outlast Britney Spears’ first wedding.
Today’s blog is going to be a quick, brief one – and it is an update of yesterday’s post.
Initial autopsy results show that television pitchman Billy Mays had heart disease – namely, hypertensive heart disease and hardening of the arteries.
According to Hillsborough County (FL) authorities, this is something that could kill a person instantly. But did Saturday’s rough plane ending have anything to do with his death, or is it just a sad coincidence?
Flies Away. Mighty Putty. Awesome Auger. Orange Glo. Oxi Clean. The Gopher. Engrave It. Mighty Mendit.
Billy Mays sold ‘em all, and sold ‘em all well. His dark-colored black beard, loud voice and blue dress shirts were trademarks, and he became famous worldwide for hawking all kinds of products. There was just something about him that made you put the remote down at least for a second or two, so you could see what new product he was offering at the time. Most infomercials are obnoxious, but there was something likable about Billy.
So when I heard this morning that Mays was the latest celebrity who’d passed away, it made me a little sad.
Mays lived in Tampa, just about 60 miles up the road from me. His wife found him unresponsive in their bed Sunday morning and medical personnel were unable to revive him. Mrs. Mays said he’d been on a flight Saturday afternoon during which he’d bumped his head from a rough landing at the Tampa Airport.
It was such a rough landing that both the front tires blew out and news reporters made their way to the airport to investigate. In fact, WTVT Channel 13 interviewed Mays at the scene.
“All of a sudden as we hit, you know, it was just the hardest hit; all the things from the ceiling started dropping,” he told them. “It hit me on the head, but I got a hard head.”
On his Twitter page, his last entry came in just after 2 pm Saturday afternoon. “Just had a close call landing In Tampa,” Mays wrote. “The tires blew out upon landing. Stuck in the plane on the runway. You can always count on US Air.”
Last week we lost the “King of Pop.” This week, the “King of Informercials” is gone. He was just 50 years old. It’s a shame.
Former UCF Knight Jermaine Taylor heads to Houston to join the Rockets.
Today might be the first time ever that I’ve done two blogs in one day. However, since it’s Friday and I won’t get to do another until Sunday, I wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate UCF’s own Jermaine Taylor, who was selected early in the second round of last night’s NBA Draft in New York.
Taylor was chosen by the Washington Wizards, who subsequently dealt him to the Houston Rockets – a move the Wiz will regret. As someone who has seen the vast majority of JT’s home games and someone who has spent time working for my local NBA team, I know that Taylor has that special “it” that separates the good ones from the hope-to-be good ones.
Many of you are saying, “Who is Jermaine Taylor?” Just wait. In about 2-3 years from now, you’ll know because he’ll be in the Rockets’ playing rotation. In fact, don’t be surprised if that happens this year, as they can use some scoring from the wing off their bench. I believe JT was third in the entire nation in scoring last season, so that’s something he does well. Despite all the ability he has, he’s a good kid, a good teammate and a hard worker … everything a coach could ask for.
He may or may not ever be a star in the NBA … but mark my words: He will have a long and distinguished career, which is more than most second-rounders ever experience.
If you’ve never seen him play, here are a few clips of him in action. This will help you understand why I think Jermaine possesses the tools to succeed on the next level.
Best of luck to you, Jermaine! We’ll miss you in Knights’ gear, but the Rockets gained at least one new fan last night.
In a day and age where there are millions of dollars in unpaid child support payments out there to deserving moms, Thomas Frazier is among the standouts when it comes to not fulfilling his responsibilities.
Granted, it probably is a challenge for Mr. Frazier. After all, he has 14 kids from 13 different women!
Mr. Frazier currently owes more than $530,000 in child support to these women, and in April he was given the choice: either come up with $28,000 or go to jail. He had to choose the latter because records show he hasn’t paid a dime of child support in more than six years.
Last October, Friend of the Court officials said Frazier gave them an incorrect Social Security number and attempted to make investigators believe he was someone else.
As for Frazier, he believes he’s a victim. He says he’s not sure all 14 kids are his, and he thinks he may have fathered his first one at age 15. In fact, he believes that only THREE of the kids are his. Yeah, right.
How does that make you a victim? Did you not learn anything from the first, oh, say EIGHT kids or so?
“I tried to find someone who loved me for me,” explained Frazier.
I’m sorry, Thomas, I don’t quite follow your logic. Anybody else out there believe him?
During a time when auto dealerships are closing down all over the place and the industry as a whole is getting mercilessly hammered by the media (even though it’s often deserved), I have decided to use today’s blog to give you some positive news.
On Monday, a pair of employees at Central Florida Toyota in Orlando discovered a box in the parts department. They didn’t bother opening it because they decided it was none of their business. But when the box was still there on Tuesday they decided to open it up to see if there was a clue as to owned it, in an attempt to give it to its rightful owner.
What they found inside the box was shocking. To be specific, it was $40,000 in cash. FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS IN CASH!
Central Florida Toyota GM James Farrell stated the obvious: “I was in disbelief that somebody would, one, carry around that much cash in a box and, two, that they would leave it on a public display counter.”
The money has now been turned over to police, and the two employees are wishing to remain anonymous because of the odd circumstances surround their discovery.
Props to the employees for their honesty. Meanwhile, the search continues for the person(s) who left the box there. My wife informs me that local TV news stations have updated the story a little, saying the dealership has surveillance camera footage of a gentleman who came into the dealership with the box, but the picture is not sharp enough to identify him.
A week ago Wednesday, an unnamed Polish couple living in Germany decided to tie the knot. The ceremony went off without a hitch. Vows exchanged … happiness and frivolity breaks out.
