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Mama’s Movietime: ‘Bad Moms’ Burns Rubber

This weekend, like many women in my demographic, I went to see ‘Bad Moms.’ Now, before you roll your eyes and assume it’s a dumb Hollywood interpretation of modern motherhood, I’ll tell you, I thought the same thing.  Especially when I heard it was written by two men!  They called it “a love letter to (their) wives” –my reaction to that was: “You two wonks...

Test Drive Tuesday: Torn Between Two Lovers

I thought I had really met “the one.”  He was dark-skinned, easy on the eyes and made me feel safer and happier than I’d felt in a long time.  I even pondered the idea of settling down– for at least a 24 months, or until I could get my hands on the SRT. But then I met his cousin from Colorado and realized, I was...

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Doggie Style: Gunner’s Top 5

Hello humans.  It’s me, Gunner. For those of you who aren’t familiar with my work, I’m the real brains behind the Motorhead Mama operation.  I’m young, I’m sexy, and I make it my business to inspect all vehicles that come on my territory. Working with Mama isn’t easy. She drives too much, travels a lot, and sometimes gets so caught up in her work that...

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Only In LA: The Real Driveways Of Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills. BH. 90210. However you know it, it’s a hell of a town.  These days, instead of being packed with celebrities and paparazzi, Beverly Hills is mainly tourists and wealthy retirees.   Angelinos of the less geriatric and more resident variety only  head to the Hills for one of the following circumstances: a) if we need to go to the doctor for legit reasons (most...

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Test Drive Tuesday: Alfa Romeo 4C Spider

Every once in a while, I test drive a car that makes me want to drive it home, change my name, burn off my finger prints and die my hair black.  Then when the guys come to retrieve the car, I can say in a slow, incoherent Russian accent, “I Don’t Know Dis Motorhid Mama.” Enter the Alfa 4C. I’ll admit that when this car...

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Freak Of The Week: Masshole

(Warning: this post is wildly inappropriate for kids.  For a killer bedtime story, look at another post.) I recently returned from a family trip to Cape Cod.   By end of it, I needed a solid laugh.  Or at least a kick ass car spotting to ease my familial induced malaise. Happily, on my very last day, the Baby Jesus was kind enough to bless...