I was almost killed by a Crip last Thursday!

Ok, that's a blatent lie.

Considering he was an Indian cab driver listening to jazz, he probably wasn't a Crip... but if I said I was almost killed by a cab driver last week, I'd just be one of 8.5 million people living in New York City who were almost killed by a cab driver. And he was wearing a blue bandana, the signature of the Crips:


Anyway, the fact that the guy wasn't a member of a powerful gang doesn't make my ride home any less harrowing. I realized I forgot to record the Big Brother: All-Stars premiere, so I left work in a rush and hopped into the nearest cab in hopes of getting home in time. Which, thanks to reckless driving and nearly careening off the Brooklyn Bridge, I actually did.

Consequently, after Big Brother, I needed to watch the Crips episode of South Park:


This is, of course, the episode where Timmy and Jimmy get pissed off about Christopher Reeve getting attention about his handicapability since he was not differently abled since birth, and they start a club for people who HAVE been differently abled since birth, calling it the Crips. Needless to say, they are pleased to find that there is ALREADY a club called the Crips and they have a Denver Five chapter nearby. They win the "club" over by bringing them marshmallows and ginger ale, and then they end the ages-old rivalry between the Bloods and the Crips with an overnight lock-in at the rec center (theeeeeere's piiiiiiiiiizza!). Why didn't they think of that before?