"If I ever stuck it to any singer in show biz
It'd be Jennifer Lopez
And Puffy you know this..."

D-Man Bites Dog would like to apologize to the United Crack Whore Association for any embarrassment or humiliation caused through the implied association with Jennifer Lopez.

This is probably as much truth as I can ever guarantee:

Speaking of dead men:

Hunter S Thompson -- the great gonzo journalist who made it OK to see delusional giant bats -- dead.
Alleged self-inflicted gunshot wound to the face.
In the words of tittychick, from whom I learned first of his passing:

"Why?"

In Tribute:

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"

Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to drive." I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

We now know what the 'W' in George W. Bush stands for. Which just goes to show: Just 'cos you're some loser stoner doesn't mean you can't grow up to wage illegal war on whomever you damn well please. Respect. Pass the crisps...