Unreal culls the juicy bits from a $450 blogging workshop, learns that it's OK (even good) to talk about colorectal cancer and finds a very timely local blog. Plus: Anheuser-Busch is no longer accepting quarters!
So apparently Daryl Strawberry had himself some sex, huh? See, the Straw Man, now all grown up, Christitized, and living right here in the 'Lou, is coming out with a book that details his sex-and-drugs-and-rock-and-roll (probably minus the rock and roll, to be completely honest), lifestyle in those heady days known as the 1980s.(Oh, and by the way, not to get all political on you guys, but I hope you realize just how much it hurts me to acknowledge that Sean Hannity actually exists by putti
