Nate Dogg arrested for terrorism? .. and he wasn’t even in an airport. The hip-hop extraordinaire was arrested around 8:30 a.m. this morning on the 405 freeway in Los Angeles, California.

Nate Dogg’s ex wife called 911 going apeshit, freaking out and yelling while she was driving her car. She told 911 operators that Nate Dogg was dangerously tailgating her and following her down the road. She claims he was making death threats against her. The California Highway Patrol, CHP, finally stopped both Nate Dogg and his estranged wife. Both parties were interviewed and Nate Dogg was arrested on charges of making terrorist threats as well as driving with a suspended license. For some unknown reason rappers can’t figure out how to renew their licenses and registration. It’s not like they ain’t got the chedda.

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No Tolerance

Girl-O-Rama! Hurray!: Well, apparently I can’t drink alcohol anymore — at least not in the vast quantities I used to imbibe. For the last couple of months or so, I have been cutting way back on my consumption. That being said, on Saturday night the girlie show was in town and I decided it would be a good night to go ahead and tie one on. That decision turned out to be erroneous. As of this writing it is Tuesday morning, and I am still not 100 percent.
The evening was pure entertainment. 2 Drink and I rolled into Nick’s around 10:30 and caught the last song-and-a-half of the Baghdad Batteries set. Is it just me or are shows starting a helluva lot earlier than they ever used to? The Shankers did what they do so well, and in between the bands and afterward, wonderfully glamorous women performed classic burlesque numbers. There was nothing wrong with the evening that a couple of purposefully placed, brightly sequined tassels spinning in opposite directions couldn’t take care of.
Anyway — after getting my fill of ear and eye candy, I just didn’t want the evening to end and so I followed a small entourage across the street to a lively after party. In retrospect, I would have been better off just going home. I recall talking to some very nice people, but I don’t remember a word of what was said. I recall meeting several very nice dogs as well. I recall drinking at least a couple of beers, but I don’t recall how I got home. It isn’t more than four blocks to my house so I am assuming I walked but you never know.

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Here is a bit of completely inane and completely meaningless news that seems to be capturing the hearts and minds of women over thirty across the world: Some bitches took Ellen DeGeneres’s dog! DeGeneres had given the dog to her hairdresser, because her cats weren’t taking well to its presence, which violated the terms of the adoption that she agreed to when getting the dog from a non-profit organization called Mutts and Moms. After the dog was taken by the organization for this violation, Ellen went on her show, sobbed in great dramatic form and begged for the return of her precious pooch (of course, not to her, but to her hairdresser). The organization would not relent on their decision, however, saying that they didn’t want to give her special treatment just because she is a celebrity. Well, apparently Ellen has some fans that aren’t about to put up with that mess; Mutts and Moms has been receiving numerous threats to their lives and property, as well as threats of a boycott, ever since Ellen’s on-air plea. What is wrong with people? Who the fuck cares about some celebrity losing a dog they had already given away? Whoever you are, do the rest of us a favor, and just kill yourself, please.