President Barack Obama was in San Francisco last night having a steak dinner just a few blocks away from where I was have a peanut butter and jelly dinner on my couch. I’d like to say that my PB&J was better than anything he could have had because of it’s simplicity and because I made it myself… but I think I screwed up the ratio – I was too close to 50-50 peanut butter to jelly; I know that it should be 60% peanut butter, 40% jelly… I just don’t know where my head was. Another difference was that no one paid just for the chance to eat PB&J’s with me. From this story:

It’s the most ever raised in a Senate fundraiser: $1.75 million. That’s how much came from President Barack Obama’s 19-hour trip to the Bay Area. That breaks down to $92,000 an hour.

Awesome, thanks for screwing up my commute because all the Democrats are going to lose and are desperate to raise money. Whatever. He’s got to do it, I guess; the Party got him elected and this is what he has to do or they’ll plant an intern’s pubic hair in his bed or something and replace him with Hillary Clinton… or that actor from Harold and Kumar who’s name is like Superman’s father’s name, and who quit acting to work in the White House as something that doesn’t matter to anyone. Great choice dude!

Some stupid San Francisco Supervisor wants to ban cigarettes from being smoked anywhere people might go ever, from this story…

• It’s already banned in workplaces, bars, taxicabs and city parks and if new legislation is approved, smoking will be off limits in areas near the doors, vents and windows of restaurants, shops, offices and housing complexes, the Chronicle reports.

As long as I can still smoke in China Town massage parlors while getting a handy. What? So, I have a fetish about getting jerked by chicks sold into sex slavery and haven’t seen the outside in seven years… while smoking a cigarette. It’s not like it’s illegal or anything. What!? No way. Really illegal? Huh, you don’t say. Hmm, yeah, well, I’m just kidding…

Oh, and by snowball I meant contual escalation, not regurgitation of man love.