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Our special guest today is none other than Nik Richie - the renowned blogger, author, and internet sensation who shook up the entertainment and media scene with his groundbreaking online gossip website, TheDirty.com, back in 2007. Love him or loathe him, this man is not afraid to make waves. We share a riveting conversation, delve into his 2015 multiple sclerosis diagnosis, talk about many of the scandals exposed on "The Dirty," such as Anthony Weiner and Sydney Leathers, Stormy Daniels and Trump, and many more! Plus, navigating life after divorce, mid-life dating, and raising kids in today's world. Check out his latest endeavor, FACTZ! https://factz.com/ Follow Nik on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nikrichie --- --- --- PLEASE VISIT OUR AMAZING SPONSORS! --- --- --- This episode is sponsored by⁠ Rocket Money.⁠ Stop throwing your money away! Cancel unwanted subscriptions – and manage your expenses the easy way – by going to ⁠⁠RocketMoney.com/UNDERSTOOD⁠⁠ --- --- --- Today's episode is sponsored by GREEN CHEF, #1 meal kit for eating well, with dinners that you can personalize to your own taste and lifestyle. Go to ⁠⁠GreenChef.com/understood50⁠⁠⁠⁠ and use code understood50 to get 50% off plus free shipping! --- --- --- This week's episode is also sponsored by Le Kool Champagne, created by Robert "Kool" Bell of the band Kool and The Gang! You can learn all about their champagne by going to their website ⁠⁠⁠https://lekoolchampagne.com/⁠⁠⁠ Be sure to follow them on Instagram at ⁠⁠⁠@lekoolgrandcru⁠⁠⁠ --- --- --- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Miss Understood with Rachel Uchitel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow Rachel on Instagram!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @RachelUchitelNYC Executive Producer: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Kelli Brink⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Please like, share, subscribe, and give us a 5-star review! Do you have show ideas, media requests or sponsorship opportunities? Email the show at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠infomissunderstoodpodcast@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Email ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠gettingmarried@missunderstoodpodcast.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ if you'd like to contribute to our "Kelli's Getting Married" segment. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Watch every episode on YouTube!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @missunderstoodpodcast ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Listen on Apple Podcasts!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Ten years ago this week, the Anthony Weiner sex scandal rocked the nation. At the heart of the controversy was Sydney Leathers, a young woman embroiled in an intimate, long-distance relationship with Weiner, despite never meeting him in person. Overnight, Sydney's life was forever altered when details of her relationship with Weiner surfaced on Nik Richie's scandalous gossip website, TheDirty.com. This once ordinary 20-something, with a passion for politics, found herself thrust into the spotlight, making appearances on shows like Howard Stern and various other media platforms. Not one to stay silent, Sydney launched her own media campaign, hoping to sway the disgraced politician to withdraw from the race for Mayor of NYC. Alas, Weiner defiantly soldiered on, enduring the shame and continuing his campaign until the bitter end, ultimately suffering a humiliating defeat at the polls. Today, Sydney shares the intimate details of her affair with Anthony Weiner, from start to finish. She also sheds light on her current ventures, including her work in the adult film industry, collaborations with platforms like PornHub and OnlyFans, and even her foray into the world of creating NFTs. Prepare to be captivated as Sydney unravels the unknown chapters of her story, intertwined with scandal, and the pursuit of personal growth. --- --- --- PLEASE VISIT OUR AMAZING SPONSORS! --- --- --- This episode is sponsored by Rocket Money. Stop throwing your money away! Cancel unwanted subscriptions – and manage your expenses the easy way – by going to ⁠RocketMoney.com/UNDERSTOOD⁠ --- --- --- Today's episode is sponsored by GREEN CHEF, #1 meal kit for eating well, with dinners that you can personalize to your own taste and lifestyle. Go to ⁠⁠GreenChef.com/understood50⁠⁠⁠⁠ and use code understood50 to get 50% off plus free shipping! --- --- --- This week's episode is also sponsored by Le Kool Champagne, created by Robert "Kool" Bell of the band Kool and The Gang! You can learn all about their champagne by going to their website ⁠⁠https://lekoolchampagne.com/⁠⁠ Be sure to follow them on Instagram at ⁠⁠@lekoolgrandcru⁠⁠ --- --- --- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Miss Understood with Rachel Uchitel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow Rachel on Instagram!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @RachelUchitelNYC Executive Producer: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Kelli Brink⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Please like, share, subscribe, and give us a 5-star review! Do you have show ideas, media requests or sponsorship opportunities? Email the show at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠infomissunderstoodpodcast@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Email ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠gettingmarried@missunderstoodpodcast.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ if you'd like to contribute to our "Kelli's Getting Married" segment. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Watch every episode on YouTube!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @missunderstoodpodcast ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Listen on Apple Podcasts!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Frankie B is back to help us determine our S.M.V. (Sessual Market Value)! He has an equation all worked out for adding a little currency to our love lives. He also knows that some people are just not getting heaven....not with that ugly mug! Some of us are destined to get VIP at The Pearly gates. C the trucker is involved in a successful Poly relationship C wants to have a baby. TCB advises Americans ship their old folks to a home far-far away Call 911 for emergencies. But who do you call for Dominos and aspirin?? TheDirty is a horrible website Bad reviews are trickiling in Bros are getting swoll Bryan is weak and skinny Facebook ends tagging...years ago! Instagram Reel dude is irritating Bryan Bryan was a cone head baby Frankie is back with an equation for SMV (Sessual Market Value) LINKS: Send us show ideas, comments, questions or concerns by texting us or leaving a voicemail at: 1.855.TCB.8383 Lululemon.com is for people who like comfort! Watch Us on YouTube Creator: Bryan Green Co-Host: Bryan Green Co-Host: Krissy Hoadley Written By: Bryan Green Exec Producers: Bryan Green & Krissy Hoadley Content Production & Research: Tina Khano YouTube Producer & Editor: Morgan Please Audio Editing: Christina A. Executive Director: Astrid B. Associate Producer: Gustavo Episodic Contribution: Marianne, Diane, Natalie, Will The Champ, Will D** Huge Thanks To Our Supportive Listeners, Friends, Family & Spouses: Astrid & Jeff!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Richie founded the gossip website TheDirty.com in March 2007 as DirtyScottsdale.com while living in Scottsdale, Arizona. The content on Dirtyscottsdale.com initially focused on Richie's personal criticism of Scottsdale and its club scene. The later and more widely known version of TheDirty.com allows users to anonymously upload their own "dirt" including news, gossip, accusations, photos, videos, or text, and comment on posts submitted by others.   In this episode, Nik and Brad sit down on the main stage for a Dropping Bombs Live where we learn from one of the guys who helped create the internet with his website TheDirty.com! Tune in.   00:00 Intro 02:50 Before “The Dirty” 04:38 How it started 10:48 Power  19:00 HER Acronym  25:00 What makes you happy according to Nik 29:00 The word humble 34:42 “I think the biggest part of life is becoming a winner.” - Nik Richie 39:40 On the road to becoming a billionaire 47:30 “If I am broke enough, I am going to make money quickly.” - Nik Richie 54:30 What RMC is (Richie Media Co) 56:02 Your “keyword” 01:00:16 Domains 01:06:00 The why 01:11:30 Coaching 01:18:43 Brad's Book - The Hard Way 01:24:20 Find the expert 01:29:50 Rationalizing what you know is wrong 01:35:06 The mirror 01:35:55 Get Nik's Book on Amazon  

Nik Richie is best known for starting TheDirty.com, a place where non-celebrities would put each other on blast for their bad behavior. Nik would share The Dirt with tens of millions. He is here to share his truth, about his history, his regrets, and his marriage, and now public messy divorce. He is polarizing and his brutal honesty can be funny which made him famous. I also call him out on some things as well. Also, Drake Bell got sentenced and his victim speaks. Britney has the ACLU behind her and they delivered. RHONY Ramona Singer might get fired? Naomi from Southern Charm revealed her live-in boyfriend has been cheating on her for a year.  Get EXTRA Juicy Scoop at: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/juicyscoop More: https://heathermcdonald.net  Sponsors: prose.com/juicy https://droplette.io www.sitercity.com enbarkvet.com promo code JUICY Support the show: https://www.patreon.com/juicyscoop See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Nik Richie is best known for starting TheDirty.com, a place where non-celebrities would put each other on blast for their bad behavior. Nik would share The Dirt with tens of millions. He is here to share his truth, about his history, his regrets, and his marriage, and now public messy divorce. He is polarizing and his brutal honesty can be funny which made him famous. I also call him out on some things as well. Also, Drake Bell got sentenced and his victim speaks. Britney has the ACLU behind her and they delivered. RHONY Ramona Singer might get fired? Naomi from Southern Charm revealed her live-in boyfriend has been cheating on her for a year. Get EXTRA Juicy Scoop at: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/juicyscoop More: https://heathermcdonald.net Sponsors: prose.com/juicy https://droplette.io www.sitercity.com enbarkvet.com promo code JUICYSupport the show: https://www.patreon.com/juicyscoop

  2:41 Cakes gets hotel buns last night 18:00 EB re-visits TheDirty.com 28:00 Sports Page 39:25 Junks training camp trip to Richmond See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Legendary media mogul Nik Richie called into the 'Hollywood Raw podcast with Dax Holt and Adam Glyn' to talk about his very recent divorce announcement from Shayne Lamas and how he didn't see it coming. Richie didn't hold back his feelings for his estranged wife, but also opened up about the feeling of loss he has for his father-in-law, actor Lorenzo Lamas. Nik talked to us about how TheDirty.com became one of the most infamous websites on the planet and why he ultimately needed to walk away for his own conscience. He has since started up a new site called CelebMagazine which he feels will be the next big thing. This is a real and raw look into the mind of Nik Richie.  Our sponsor this week is Hurrdat Media! If you have a podcast and want to make it better these guys can help! Click HERE Don't miss a thing! Follow Hollywood Raw on Insta, Facebook, and Twitter. Dax Holt - Insta / Twitter Adam Glyn - Insta / Twitter A Hurrdat Media Production. Hurrdat Media is a digital media and commercial video production company based in Omaha, NE. Find more podcasts on the Hurrdat Media Network and learn more about our other services today on HurrdatMedia.com.

Have a drink with the gang this week as they are joined by the friend of the show @getmoneyflame!!! Listen in as we discuss HipHops Mt. Rushmore, the wackest of all time, and the most underrated! TheDirty.com, the Marvel Universe, white privilege and much much more, this week on #TheHangoverPodcast!!!

JLaw is officially married, Kylie Jenner has a new hit song, and Lady Gaga is BACK on the market. Here all about it on this weeks episode of "The Dirty"!-Catch the show LIVE every Wednesday at 7pm ET / 6pm CT on https://a100.radio/ NEW DAILY episodes posted EVERY MORNING at 6am ET / 5am CT on your favorite podcast platform. Full podcast episodes are uploaded every Thursday at 12pm ET on iHeartRadio.

Sooo... Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth or done, what else are we supposed to obsess about? Hear all the tea and gossip in this week's edition of "THE DIRTY"!- Catch the show LIVE every Wednesday at 7pm ET / 6pm CT on https://a100.radio/ NEW DAILY episodes posted EVERY MORNING at 6am ET / 5am CT on your favorite podcast platform. Full podcast episodes are uploaded every Thursday at 12pm ET on iHeartRadio.

We will talk about what’s on his mind and where The Dirty are going to be a team again and talk about his Tag Partners injury

We will talk about what’s on his mind and where The Dirty are going to be a team again and talk about his Tag Partners injury

During thejourney I thought over my errand with misgiving. Now that I was free from thespectacle of Mrs. Strickland's distress I could consider the matter morecalmly. I was puzzled by the contradictions that I saw in her behaviour. Shewas very unhappy, but to excite my sympathy she was able to make a show of herunhappiness. It was evident that she had been prepared to weep, for she hadprovided herself with a sufficiency of handkerchiefs; I admired herforethought, but in retrospect it made her tears perhaps less moving. I couldnot decide whether she desired the return of her husband because she loved him,or because she dreaded the tongue of scandal; and I was perturbed by thesuspicion that the anguish of love contemned was alloyed in her broken heartwith the pangs, sordid to my young mind, of wounded vanity. I had not yetlearnt how contradictory is human nature; I did not know how much pose there isin the sincere, how much baseness in the noble, nor how much goodness in the reprobate.But there wassomething of an adventure in my trip, and my spirits rose as I approachedParis. I saw myself, too, from the dramatic standpoint, and I was pleased withmy role of the trusted friend bringing back the errant husband to his forgivingwife. I made up my mind to see Strickland the following evening, for I feltinstinctively that the hour must be chosen with delicacy. An appeal to theemotions is little likely to be effectual before luncheon. My own thoughts werethen constantly occupied with love, but I never could imagine connubial blisstill after tea.My own hotelwas modest enough, but it was magnificent in comparison with this. It was atall, shabby building, that cannot have been painted for years, and it had sobedraggled an air that the houses on each side of it looked neat and clean. Thedirty windows were all shut. It was not here that Charles Strickland lived inguilty splendour with the unknown charmer for whose sake he had abandonedhonour and duty. I was vexed, for I felt that I had been made a fool of, and Inearly turned away without making an enquiry. I went in only to be able to tellMrs. Strickland that I had done my best.The door was atthe side of a shop. It stood open, and just within was a sign: Bureau aupremier. I walked up narrow stairs, and on the landing found a sort of box,glassed in, within which were a desk and a couple of chairs. There was a benchoutside, on which it might be presumed the night porter passed uneasy nights.There was no one about, but under an electric bell was written Garcon. I rang,and presently a waiter appeared. He was a young man with furtive eyes and asullen look. He was in shirt-sleeves and carpet slippers.I do not knowwhy I made my enquiry as casual as possible."Does Mr.Strickland live here by any chance?" I asked."Numberthirty-two. On the sixth floor. "I was sosurprised that for a moment I did not answer."Is hein?"The waiterlooked at a board in the bureau."He hasn'tleft his key. Go up and you'll see. "I thought it aswell to put one more question."Madameest la?""Monsieurest seul. "The waiterlooked at me suspiciously as I made my way upstairs. They were dark andairless. There was a foul and musty smell. Three flights up a Woman in adressing-gown, with touzled hair, opened a door and looked at me silently as Ipassed. At length I reached the sixth floor, and knocked at the door numberedthirty-two. There was a sound within, and the door was partly opened. CharlesStrickland stood before me. He uttered not a word. He evidently did not knowme.I told him myname. I tried my best to assume an airy manner."You don'tremember me. I had the pleasure of dining with you last July. ""Come in," he said cheerily. "I'm delighted to see you. Take a pew. "I entered. Itwas a very small room, overcrowded with furniture of the style which the Frenchknow as Louis Philippe. There was a large wooden bedstead on which was abillowing red eiderdown, and there was a large wardrobe, a round table, a verysmall washstand, and two stuffed chairs covered with red rep. Everything wasdirty and shabby. There was no sign of the abandoned luxury that ColonelMacAndrew had so confidently described. Strickland threw on the floor theclothes that burdened one of the chairs, and I sat down on it."What canI do for you?" he asked.In that smallroom he seemed even bigger than I remembered him. He wore an old Norfolkjacket, and he had not shaved for several days. When last I saw him he wasspruce enough, but he looked ill at ease: now, untidy and ill-kempt, he lookedperfectly at home. I did not know how he would take the remark I had prepared."I've cometo see you on behalf of your wife. ""I wasjust going out to have a drink before dinner. You'd better come too. Do youlike absinthe?""I candrink it. ""Come on,then. "He put on abowler hat much in need of brushing."We mightdine together. You owe me a dinner, you know. ""Certainly.Are you alone?"I flatteredmyself that I had got in that important question very naturally."Oh yes.In point of fact I've not spoken to a soul for three days. My French isn'texactly brilliant. "I wondered as Ipreceded him downstairs what had happened to the little lady in the tea-shop.Had they quarrelled already, or was his infatuation passed? It seemed hardlylikely if, as appeared, he had been taking steps for a year to make hisdesperate plunge. We walked to the Avenue de Clichy, and sat down at one of thetables on the pavement of a large cafe.旅途中，我仔细考虑了一下这次去巴黎的差事，不觉又有些疑虑。现在我的眼睛已经看不到思特里克兰德太太一副痛楚不堪的样子，好象能够更冷静地考虑这件事了。我在思特里克兰德太太的举动里发现一些矛盾，感到疑惑不解。她非常不幸，但是为了激起我的同情心，她也很会把她的不幸表演给我看。她显然准备要大哭一场，因为她预备好大量的手帕；她这种深思远虑虽然使我佩服，可是如今回想起来，她的眼泪的感人力量却不免减低了。我看不透她要自己丈夫回来是因为爱他呢，还是因为怕别人议论是非；我还怀疑使她肠断心伤的失恋之痛是否也搀杂着虚荣心受到损害的悲伤（这对我年轻的心灵是一件龌龊的事）；这种疑心也使我很惶惑。我那时还不了解人性多么矛盾，我不知道真挚中含有多少做作，高尚中蕴藏着多少卑鄙，或者，即使在邪恶里也找得着美德。但是我这次到巴黎去是带着一定冒险成分的，当我离目的地越来越近的时候，我的情绪也逐渐高起来。我也从做戏的角度看待自己，对我扮演的这个角色——一个受人衷心相托的朋友把误入歧途的丈夫带回给宽恕的妻子——非常欣赏。我决定第二天晚上再去找思特里克兰德，因为我本能地觉得，必须细致盘算，并选定这一时间。如果想从感情上说动一个人，在午饭以前是很少会成功的。在那些年代里，我自己就常常遐想一些爱情的事，但是只有吃过晚茶后我才能幻想美好婚姻的幸福。我在自己落脚的旅馆打听了一个查理斯·思特里克兰德住的地方。他住的那家旅馆名叫比利时旅馆。我很奇怪，看门人竟没听说过这个地方。我从思特里克兰德太太那里听说，这家旅馆很大、很阔气，坐落在利渥里路后边。我们查了一下旅馆商号指南。叫这个名字的旅馆只有一家，在摩纳路。这不是有钱人居住的地区，甚至不是一个体面的地方。我摇了摇头。“绝对不是这一家。”我说。看门人耸了耸肩膀。巴黎再没有另一家叫这个名字的旅馆了。我想起来，思特里克兰德本来是不想叫别人知道他行踪的。他给他的合股人这个地址也许是在同他开玩笑。不知道为什么，我暗想这很合思特里克兰德的幽默感，把一个怒气冲冲的证券交易人骗到巴黎一条下流街道上的很不名誉的房子里去，出尽洋相。虽然如此，我觉得我还是得去看一看。第二天六点钟左右我叫了一辆马车，到了摩纳街。我在街角上把车打发掉，我想我还是步行到旅馆，先在外面看看再进去。这一条街两旁都是为穷人开设的小店铺，路走了一半，在我拐进来的左面，就是比利时旅馆。我自己住的是一家普普通通的旅馆，可是同这家旅馆比起来简直宏伟极了。这是一座破烂的小楼，多年没有粉刷过，龌龌龊龊，相形之下，两边的房子倒显得又干净又整齐。肮脏的窗子全部关着。查理斯·思特里克兰德同那位勾引他丢弃了名誉和职责的美女显然不会在这样一个地方寻欢作乐，享受他们罪恶而豪华的生活。我非常恼火，觉得自己分明是被耍弄了。我差一点连问都不问就扭头而去。我走进去只是为了事后好向思特里克兰德太太交待，告诉她我已经尽了最大的努力。旅馆的入口在一家店铺的旁边，门开着，一进门便有一块牌子：账房在二楼①。我沿着狭窄的楼梯走上去，在楼梯平台上看到一间用玻璃门窗隔起来的小阁子，里面摆着一张办公桌和两三把椅子。阁子外面有一条长凳，晚上守门人多半就在这里过夜。附近没有一个人影，但是我在一个电铃按钮下面看到有侍者②字样。我按了一下，马上从什么地方钻出一个人来。这人很年轻，贼眉鼠眼，满脸丧气，身上只穿一件衬衫，趿拉着一双毡子拖鞋。①  ②原文为法语。我自己不知道为什么我向他打听思特里克兰德时要装出一副漫不经心的样子。“这里住没住着一位思特里克兰德先生？”我问。“三十二号，六楼。”我大吃一惊，一时没有答出话来。“他在家吗？”侍者看了看账房里的一块木板。“他的钥匙不在这里。自己上去看看吧。”我想不妨再问他一个问题。“太太也在这里吗③？”③原文为法语。“只有先生一个人④。”④原文为法语。当我走上楼梯的时候，侍者一直怀疑地打量着我。楼梯又闷又暗，一股污浊的霉味扑鼻而来。三层楼梯上面有一扇门开了，我经过的时候，一个披着睡衣、头发蓬松的女人一声不吭地盯着我。最后，我走到六楼，在三十二号房门上敲了敲。屋里响动了一下，房门开了一条缝。查理斯·思特里克兰德出现在我面前。他一语不发地站在那里，显然没有认出我是谁来。我通报了姓名。我尽量摆出一副大大咧咧的样子。“你不记得我了。今年六月我荣幸地在你家吃过饭。”“进来吧，”他兴致很高地说，“很高兴见到你。坐下。”我走进去。这是一间很小的房间，几件法国人称之为路易·菲力浦式样的家具把屋子挤得转不过身来。有一张大木床，上面堆放着一床鼓鼓囊囊的大红鸭绒被，一张大衣柜，一张圆桌，一个很小的脸盆架，两把软座椅子，包着红色棱纹平布。没有一件东西不是肮脏、破烂的。麦克安德鲁上校煞有介事地描述的那种浪荡浮华这里连一点儿影子也看不到。思特里克兰德把乱堆在一把椅子上的衣服扔到地上，叫我坐下。“你来找我有事吗？”他问。在这间小屋子里他好象比我记忆中的更加高大。他穿着一件诺弗克式的旧上衣，胡须有很多天没有刮了。我上次见到他，他修饰得整齐干净，可是看去却不很自在；现在他邋里邋遢，神态却非常自然。我不知道他听了我准备好的一番话以后会有什么反应。“我是受你妻子的嘱托来看你的。”“我正预备在吃晚饭以前到外边去喝点什么。你最好同我一起去。你喜欢喝苦艾酒？”“可以喝一点儿。”“那咱们就走吧”他戴上一顶圆顶礼帽；帽子也早就该刷洗了。“我们可以一起吃饭。你还欠我一顿饭呢，你知道。”“当然了。你就一个人吗？”我很得意，这样重要的一个问题我竟极其自然地提了出来。“啊，是的。说实在的，我已经有三天没有同人讲话了。我的法文很不高明。”当我领先走下楼梯的时候，我想起茶点店的那位女郎来，我很想知道她出了什么事了。是他们已经吵架了呢，还是他迷恋的热劲儿已经过去了？从我见到的光景看，很难相信他策划了一年只是为了这样没头没脑地窜到巴黎来。我们步行到克里舍林荫路，在一家大咖啡馆摆在人行道上的许多台子中拣了一张坐下。

During thejourney I thought over my errand with misgiving. Now that I was free from thespectacle of Mrs. Strickland's distress I could consider the matter morecalmly. I was puzzled by the contradictions that I saw in her behaviour. Shewas very unhappy, but to excite my sympathy she was able to make a show of herunhappiness. It was evident that she had been prepared to weep, for she hadprovided herself with a sufficiency of handkerchiefs; I admired herforethought, but in retrospect it made her tears perhaps less moving. I couldnot decide whether she desired the return of her husband because she loved him,or because she dreaded the tongue of scandal; and I was perturbed by thesuspicion that the anguish of love contemned was alloyed in her broken heartwith the pangs, sordid to my young mind, of wounded vanity. I had not yetlearnt how contradictory is human nature; I did not know how much pose there isin the sincere, how much baseness in the noble, nor how much goodness in the reprobate.But there wassomething of an adventure in my trip, and my spirits rose as I approachedParis. I saw myself, too, from the dramatic standpoint, and I was pleased withmy role of the trusted friend bringing back the errant husband to his forgivingwife. I made up my mind to see Strickland the following evening, for I feltinstinctively that the hour must be chosen with delicacy. An appeal to theemotions is little likely to be effectual before luncheon. My own thoughts werethen constantly occupied with love, but I never could imagine connubial blisstill after tea.My own hotelwas modest enough, but it was magnificent in comparison with this. It was atall, shabby building, that cannot have been painted for years, and it had sobedraggled an air that the houses on each side of it looked neat and clean. Thedirty windows were all shut. It was not here that Charles Strickland lived inguilty splendour with the unknown charmer for whose sake he had abandonedhonour and duty. I was vexed, for I felt that I had been made a fool of, and Inearly turned away without making an enquiry. I went in only to be able to tellMrs. Strickland that I had done my best.The door was atthe side of a shop. It stood open, and just within was a sign: Bureau aupremier. I walked up narrow stairs, and on the landing found a sort of box,glassed in, within which were a desk and a couple of chairs. There was a benchoutside, on which it might be presumed the night porter passed uneasy nights.There was no one about, but under an electric bell was written Garcon. I rang,and presently a waiter appeared. He was a young man with furtive eyes and asullen look. He was in shirt-sleeves and carpet slippers.I do not knowwhy I made my enquiry as casual as possible."Does Mr.Strickland live here by any chance?" I asked."Numberthirty-two. On the sixth floor. "I was sosurprised that for a moment I did not answer."Is hein?"The waiterlooked at a board in the bureau."He hasn'tleft his key. Go up and you'll see. "I thought it aswell to put one more question."Madameest la?""Monsieurest seul. "The waiterlooked at me suspiciously as I made my way upstairs. They were dark andairless. There was a foul and musty smell. Three flights up a Woman in adressing-gown, with touzled hair, opened a door and looked at me silently as Ipassed. At length I reached the sixth floor, and knocked at the door numberedthirty-two. There was a sound within, and the door was partly opened. CharlesStrickland stood before me. He uttered not a word. He evidently did not knowme.I told him myname. I tried my best to assume an airy manner."You don'tremember me. I had the pleasure of dining with you last July. ""Come in," he said cheerily. "I'm delighted to see you. Take a pew. "I entered. Itwas a very small room, overcrowded with furniture of the style which the Frenchknow as Louis Philippe. There was a large wooden bedstead on which was abillowing red eiderdown, and there was a large wardrobe, a round table, a verysmall washstand, and two stuffed chairs covered with red rep. Everything wasdirty and shabby. There was no sign of the abandoned luxury that ColonelMacAndrew had so confidently described. Strickland threw on the floor theclothes that burdened one of the chairs, and I sat down on it."What canI do for you?" he asked.In that smallroom he seemed even bigger than I remembered him. He wore an old Norfolkjacket, and he had not shaved for several days. When last I saw him he wasspruce enough, but he looked ill at ease: now, untidy and ill-kempt, he lookedperfectly at home. I did not know how he would take the remark I had prepared."I've cometo see you on behalf of your wife. ""I wasjust going out to have a drink before dinner. You'd better come too. Do youlike absinthe?""I candrink it. ""Come on,then. "He put on abowler hat much in need of brushing."We mightdine together. You owe me a dinner, you know. ""Certainly.Are you alone?"I flatteredmyself that I had got in that important question very naturally."Oh yes.In point of fact I've not spoken to a soul for three days. My French isn'texactly brilliant. "I wondered as Ipreceded him downstairs what had happened to the little lady in the tea-shop.Had they quarrelled already, or was his infatuation passed? It seemed hardlylikely if, as appeared, he had been taking steps for a year to make hisdesperate plunge. We walked to the Avenue de Clichy, and sat down at one of thetables on the pavement of a large cafe.旅途中，我仔细考虑了一下这次去巴黎的差事，不觉又有些疑虑。现在我的眼睛已经看不到思特里克兰德太太一副痛楚不堪的样子，好象能够更冷静地考虑这件事了。我在思特里克兰德太太的举动里发现一些矛盾，感到疑惑不解。她非常不幸，但是为了激起我的同情心，她也很会把她的不幸表演给我看。她显然准备要大哭一场，因为她预备好大量的手帕；她这种深思远虑虽然使我佩服，可是如今回想起来，她的眼泪的感人力量却不免减低了。我看不透她要自己丈夫回来是因为爱他呢，还是因为怕别人议论是非；我还怀疑使她肠断心伤的失恋之痛是否也搀杂着虚荣心受到损害的悲伤（这对我年轻的心灵是一件龌龊的事）；这种疑心也使我很惶惑。我那时还不了解人性多么矛盾，我不知道真挚中含有多少做作，高尚中蕴藏着多少卑鄙，或者，即使在邪恶里也找得着美德。但是我这次到巴黎去是带着一定冒险成分的，当我离目的地越来越近的时候，我的情绪也逐渐高起来。我也从做戏的角度看待自己，对我扮演的这个角色——一个受人衷心相托的朋友把误入歧途的丈夫带回给宽恕的妻子——非常欣赏。我决定第二天晚上再去找思特里克兰德，因为我本能地觉得，必须细致盘算，并选定这一时间。如果想从感情上说动一个人，在午饭以前是很少会成功的。在那些年代里，我自己就常常遐想一些爱情的事，但是只有吃过晚茶后我才能幻想美好婚姻的幸福。我在自己落脚的旅馆打听了一个查理斯·思特里克兰德住的地方。他住的那家旅馆名叫比利时旅馆。我很奇怪，看门人竟没听说过这个地方。我从思特里克兰德太太那里听说，这家旅馆很大、很阔气，坐落在利渥里路后边。我们查了一下旅馆商号指南。叫这个名字的旅馆只有一家，在摩纳路。这不是有钱人居住的地区，甚至不是一个体面的地方。我摇了摇头。“绝对不是这一家。”我说。看门人耸了耸肩膀。巴黎再没有另一家叫这个名字的旅馆了。我想起来，思特里克兰德本来是不想叫别人知道他行踪的。他给他的合股人这个地址也许是在同他开玩笑。不知道为什么，我暗想这很合思特里克兰德的幽默感，把一个怒气冲冲的证券交易人骗到巴黎一条下流街道上的很不名誉的房子里去，出尽洋相。虽然如此，我觉得我还是得去看一看。第二天六点钟左右我叫了一辆马车，到了摩纳街。我在街角上把车打发掉，我想我还是步行到旅馆，先在外面看看再进去。这一条街两旁都是为穷人开设的小店铺，路走了一半，在我拐进来的左面，就是比利时旅馆。我自己住的是一家普普通通的旅馆，可是同这家旅馆比起来简直宏伟极了。这是一座破烂的小楼，多年没有粉刷过，龌龌龊龊，相形之下，两边的房子倒显得又干净又整齐。肮脏的窗子全部关着。查理斯·思特里克兰德同那位勾引他丢弃了名誉和职责的美女显然不会在这样一个地方寻欢作乐，享受他们罪恶而豪华的生活。我非常恼火，觉得自己分明是被耍弄了。我差一点连问都不问就扭头而去。我走进去只是为了事后好向思特里克兰德太太交待，告诉她我已经尽了最大的努力。旅馆的入口在一家店铺的旁边，门开着，一进门便有一块牌子：账房在二楼①。我沿着狭窄的楼梯走上去，在楼梯平台上看到一间用玻璃门窗隔起来的小阁子，里面摆着一张办公桌和两三把椅子。阁子外面有一条长凳，晚上守门人多半就在这里过夜。附近没有一个人影，但是我在一个电铃按钮下面看到有侍者②字样。我按了一下，马上从什么地方钻出一个人来。这人很年轻，贼眉鼠眼，满脸丧气，身上只穿一件衬衫，趿拉着一双毡子拖鞋。①  ②原文为法语。我自己不知道为什么我向他打听思特里克兰德时要装出一副漫不经心的样子。“这里住没住着一位思特里克兰德先生？”我问。“三十二号，六楼。”我大吃一惊，一时没有答出话来。“他在家吗？”侍者看了看账房里的一块木板。“他的钥匙不在这里。自己上去看看吧。”我想不妨再问他一个问题。“太太也在这里吗③？”③原文为法语。“只有先生一个人④。”④原文为法语。当我走上楼梯的时候，侍者一直怀疑地打量着我。楼梯又闷又暗，一股污浊的霉味扑鼻而来。三层楼梯上面有一扇门开了，我经过的时候，一个披着睡衣、头发蓬松的女人一声不吭地盯着我。最后，我走到六楼，在三十二号房门上敲了敲。屋里响动了一下，房门开了一条缝。查理斯·思特里克兰德出现在我面前。他一语不发地站在那里，显然没有认出我是谁来。我通报了姓名。我尽量摆出一副大大咧咧的样子。“你不记得我了。今年六月我荣幸地在你家吃过饭。”“进来吧，”他兴致很高地说，“很高兴见到你。坐下。”我走进去。这是一间很小的房间，几件法国人称之为路易·菲力浦式样的家具把屋子挤得转不过身来。有一张大木床，上面堆放着一床鼓鼓囊囊的大红鸭绒被，一张大衣柜，一张圆桌，一个很小的脸盆架，两把软座椅子，包着红色棱纹平布。没有一件东西不是肮脏、破烂的。麦克安德鲁上校煞有介事地描述的那种浪荡浮华这里连一点儿影子也看不到。思特里克兰德把乱堆在一把椅子上的衣服扔到地上，叫我坐下。“你来找我有事吗？”他问。在这间小屋子里他好象比我记忆中的更加高大。他穿着一件诺弗克式的旧上衣，胡须有很多天没有刮了。我上次见到他，他修饰得整齐干净，可是看去却不很自在；现在他邋里邋遢，神态却非常自然。我不知道他听了我准备好的一番话以后会有什么反应。“我是受你妻子的嘱托来看你的。”“我正预备在吃晚饭以前到外边去喝点什么。你最好同我一起去。你喜欢喝苦艾酒？”“可以喝一点儿。”“那咱们就走吧”他戴上一顶圆顶礼帽；帽子也早就该刷洗了。“我们可以一起吃饭。你还欠我一顿饭呢，你知道。”“当然了。你就一个人吗？”我很得意，这样重要的一个问题我竟极其自然地提了出来。“啊，是的。说实在的，我已经有三天没有同人讲话了。我的法文很不高明。”当我领先走下楼梯的时候，我想起茶点店的那位女郎来，我很想知道她出了什么事了。是他们已经吵架了呢，还是他迷恋的热劲儿已经过去了？从我见到的光景看，很难相信他策划了一年只是为了这样没头没脑地窜到巴黎来。我们步行到克里舍林荫路，在一家大咖啡馆摆在人行道上的许多台子中拣了一张坐下。

During thejourney I thought over my errand with misgiving. Now that I was free from thespectacle of Mrs. Strickland's distress I could consider the matter morecalmly. I was puzzled by the contradictions that I saw in her behaviour. Shewas very unhappy, but to excite my sympathy she was able to make a show of herunhappiness. It was evident that she had been prepared to weep, for she hadprovided herself with a sufficiency of handkerchiefs; I admired herforethought, but in retrospect it made her tears perhaps less moving. I couldnot decide whether she desired the return of her husband because she loved him,or because she dreaded the tongue of scandal; and I was perturbed by thesuspicion that the anguish of love contemned was alloyed in her broken heartwith the pangs, sordid to my young mind, of wounded vanity. I had not yetlearnt how contradictory is human nature; I did not know how much pose there isin the sincere, how much baseness in the noble, nor how much goodness in the reprobate.But there wassomething of an adventure in my trip, and my spirits rose as I approachedParis. I saw myself, too, from the dramatic standpoint, and I was pleased withmy role of the trusted friend bringing back the errant husband to his forgivingwife. I made up my mind to see Strickland the following evening, for I feltinstinctively that the hour must be chosen with delicacy. An appeal to theemotions is little likely to be effectual before luncheon. My own thoughts werethen constantly occupied with love, but I never could imagine connubial blisstill after tea.My own hotelwas modest enough, but it was magnificent in comparison with this. It was atall, shabby building, that cannot have been painted for years, and it had sobedraggled an air that the houses on each side of it looked neat and clean. Thedirty windows were all shut. It was not here that Charles Strickland lived inguilty splendour with the unknown charmer for whose sake he had abandonedhonour and duty. I was vexed, for I felt that I had been made a fool of, and Inearly turned away without making an enquiry. I went in only to be able to tellMrs. Strickland that I had done my best.The door was atthe side of a shop. It stood open, and just within was a sign: Bureau aupremier. I walked up narrow stairs, and on the landing found a sort of box,glassed in, within which were a desk and a couple of chairs. There was a benchoutside, on which it might be presumed the night porter passed uneasy nights.There was no one about, but under an electric bell was written Garcon. I rang,and presently a waiter appeared. He was a young man with furtive eyes and asullen look. He was in shirt-sleeves and carpet slippers.I do not knowwhy I made my enquiry as casual as possible."Does Mr.Strickland live here by any chance?" I asked."Numberthirty-two. On the sixth floor. "I was sosurprised that for a moment I did not answer."Is hein?"The waiterlooked at a board in the bureau."He hasn'tleft his key. Go up and you'll see. "I thought it aswell to put one more question."Madameest la?""Monsieurest seul. "The waiterlooked at me suspiciously as I made my way upstairs. They were dark andairless. There was a foul and musty smell. Three flights up a Woman in adressing-gown, with touzled hair, opened a door and looked at me silently as Ipassed. At length I reached the sixth floor, and knocked at the door numberedthirty-two. There was a sound within, and the door was partly opened. CharlesStrickland stood before me. He uttered not a word. He evidently did not knowme.I told him myname. I tried my best to assume an airy manner."You don'tremember me. I had the pleasure of dining with you last July. ""Come in," he said cheerily. "I'm delighted to see you. Take a pew. "I entered. Itwas a very small room, overcrowded with furniture of the style which the Frenchknow as Louis Philippe. There was a large wooden bedstead on which was abillowing red eiderdown, and there was a large wardrobe, a round table, a verysmall washstand, and two stuffed chairs covered with red rep. Everything wasdirty and shabby. There was no sign of the abandoned luxury that ColonelMacAndrew had so confidently described. Strickland threw on the floor theclothes that burdened one of the chairs, and I sat down on it."What canI do for you?" he asked.In that smallroom he seemed even bigger than I remembered him. He wore an old Norfolkjacket, and he had not shaved for several days. When last I saw him he wasspruce enough, but he looked ill at ease: now, untidy and ill-kempt, he lookedperfectly at home. I did not know how he would take the remark I had prepared."I've cometo see you on behalf of your wife. ""I wasjust going out to have a drink before dinner. You'd better come too. Do youlike absinthe?""I candrink it. ""Come on,then. "He put on abowler hat much in need of brushing."We mightdine together. You owe me a dinner, you know. ""Certainly.Are you alone?"I flatteredmyself that I had got in that important question very naturally."Oh yes.In point of fact I've not spoken to a soul for three days. My French isn'texactly brilliant. "I wondered as Ipreceded him downstairs what had happened to the little lady in the tea-shop.Had they quarrelled already, or was his infatuation passed? It seemed hardlylikely if, as appeared, he had been taking steps for a year to make hisdesperate plunge. We walked to the Avenue de Clichy, and sat down at one of thetables on the pavement of a large cafe.旅途中，我仔细考虑了一下这次去巴黎的差事，不觉又有些疑虑。现在我的眼睛已经看不到思特里克兰德太太一副痛楚不堪的样子，好象能够更冷静地考虑这件事了。我在思特里克兰德太太的举动里发现一些矛盾，感到疑惑不解。她非常不幸，但是为了激起我的同情心，她也很会把她的不幸表演给我看。她显然准备要大哭一场，因为她预备好大量的手帕；她这种深思远虑虽然使我佩服，可是如今回想起来，她的眼泪的感人力量却不免减低了。我看不透她要自己丈夫回来是因为爱他呢，还是因为怕别人议论是非；我还怀疑使她肠断心伤的失恋之痛是否也搀杂着虚荣心受到损害的悲伤（这对我年轻的心灵是一件龌龊的事）；这种疑心也使我很惶惑。我那时还不了解人性多么矛盾，我不知道真挚中含有多少做作，高尚中蕴藏着多少卑鄙，或者，即使在邪恶里也找得着美德。但是我这次到巴黎去是带着一定冒险成分的，当我离目的地越来越近的时候，我的情绪也逐渐高起来。我也从做戏的角度看待自己，对我扮演的这个角色——一个受人衷心相托的朋友把误入歧途的丈夫带回给宽恕的妻子——非常欣赏。我决定第二天晚上再去找思特里克兰德，因为我本能地觉得，必须细致盘算，并选定这一时间。如果想从感情上说动一个人，在午饭以前是很少会成功的。在那些年代里，我自己就常常遐想一些爱情的事，但是只有吃过晚茶后我才能幻想美好婚姻的幸福。我在自己落脚的旅馆打听了一个查理斯·思特里克兰德住的地方。他住的那家旅馆名叫比利时旅馆。我很奇怪，看门人竟没听说过这个地方。我从思特里克兰德太太那里听说，这家旅馆很大、很阔气，坐落在利渥里路后边。我们查了一下旅馆商号指南。叫这个名字的旅馆只有一家，在摩纳路。这不是有钱人居住的地区，甚至不是一个体面的地方。我摇了摇头。“绝对不是这一家。”我说。看门人耸了耸肩膀。巴黎再没有另一家叫这个名字的旅馆了。我想起来，思特里克兰德本来是不想叫别人知道他行踪的。他给他的合股人这个地址也许是在同他开玩笑。不知道为什么，我暗想这很合思特里克兰德的幽默感，把一个怒气冲冲的证券交易人骗到巴黎一条下流街道上的很不名誉的房子里去，出尽洋相。虽然如此，我觉得我还是得去看一看。第二天六点钟左右我叫了一辆马车，到了摩纳街。我在街角上把车打发掉，我想我还是步行到旅馆，先在外面看看再进去。这一条街两旁都是为穷人开设的小店铺，路走了一半，在我拐进来的左面，就是比利时旅馆。我自己住的是一家普普通通的旅馆，可是同这家旅馆比起来简直宏伟极了。这是一座破烂的小楼，多年没有粉刷过，龌龌龊龊，相形之下，两边的房子倒显得又干净又整齐。肮脏的窗子全部关着。查理斯·思特里克兰德同那位勾引他丢弃了名誉和职责的美女显然不会在这样一个地方寻欢作乐，享受他们罪恶而豪华的生活。我非常恼火，觉得自己分明是被耍弄了。我差一点连问都不问就扭头而去。我走进去只是为了事后好向思特里克兰德太太交待，告诉她我已经尽了最大的努力。旅馆的入口在一家店铺的旁边，门开着，一进门便有一块牌子：账房在二楼①。我沿着狭窄的楼梯走上去，在楼梯平台上看到一间用玻璃门窗隔起来的小阁子，里面摆着一张办公桌和两三把椅子。阁子外面有一条长凳，晚上守门人多半就在这里过夜。附近没有一个人影，但是我在一个电铃按钮下面看到有侍者②字样。我按了一下，马上从什么地方钻出一个人来。这人很年轻，贼眉鼠眼，满脸丧气，身上只穿一件衬衫，趿拉着一双毡子拖鞋。①  ②原文为法语。我自己不知道为什么我向他打听思特里克兰德时要装出一副漫不经心的样子。“这里住没住着一位思特里克兰德先生？”我问。“三十二号，六楼。”我大吃一惊，一时没有答出话来。“他在家吗？”侍者看了看账房里的一块木板。“他的钥匙不在这里。自己上去看看吧。”我想不妨再问他一个问题。“太太也在这里吗③？”③原文为法语。“只有先生一个人④。”④原文为法语。当我走上楼梯的时候，侍者一直怀疑地打量着我。楼梯又闷又暗，一股污浊的霉味扑鼻而来。三层楼梯上面有一扇门开了，我经过的时候，一个披着睡衣、头发蓬松的女人一声不吭地盯着我。最后，我走到六楼，在三十二号房门上敲了敲。屋里响动了一下，房门开了一条缝。查理斯·思特里克兰德出现在我面前。他一语不发地站在那里，显然没有认出我是谁来。我通报了姓名。我尽量摆出一副大大咧咧的样子。“你不记得我了。今年六月我荣幸地在你家吃过饭。”“进来吧，”他兴致很高地说，“很高兴见到你。坐下。”我走进去。这是一间很小的房间，几件法国人称之为路易·菲力浦式样的家具把屋子挤得转不过身来。有一张大木床，上面堆放着一床鼓鼓囊囊的大红鸭绒被，一张大衣柜，一张圆桌，一个很小的脸盆架，两把软座椅子，包着红色棱纹平布。没有一件东西不是肮脏、破烂的。麦克安德鲁上校煞有介事地描述的那种浪荡浮华这里连一点儿影子也看不到。思特里克兰德把乱堆在一把椅子上的衣服扔到地上，叫我坐下。“你来找我有事吗？”他问。在这间小屋子里他好象比我记忆中的更加高大。他穿着一件诺弗克式的旧上衣，胡须有很多天没有刮了。我上次见到他，他修饰得整齐干净，可是看去却不很自在；现在他邋里邋遢，神态却非常自然。我不知道他听了我准备好的一番话以后会有什么反应。“我是受你妻子的嘱托来看你的。”“我正预备在吃晚饭以前到外边去喝点什么。你最好同我一起去。你喜欢喝苦艾酒？”“可以喝一点儿。”“那咱们就走吧”他戴上一顶圆顶礼帽；帽子也早就该刷洗了。“我们可以一起吃饭。你还欠我一顿饭呢，你知道。”“当然了。你就一个人吗？”我很得意，这样重要的一个问题我竟极其自然地提了出来。“啊，是的。说实在的，我已经有三天没有同人讲话了。我的法文很不高明。”当我领先走下楼梯的时候，我想起茶点店的那位女郎来，我很想知道她出了什么事了。是他们已经吵架了呢，还是他迷恋的热劲儿已经过去了？从我见到的光景看，很难相信他策划了一年只是为了这样没头没脑地窜到巴黎来。我们步行到克里舍林荫路，在一家大咖啡馆摆在人行道上的许多台子中拣了一张坐下。

Back at it again. Where do we separate religion from politics? An atheist group in Colorado is paying billboards in hopes of vanishing a nativity scene that is housed on public property... Somebody hold me back! Paul Johnson of Big Johnson Sports joins me live to talk the latest news in sports. Esteban Ochocinco is engaged, Ryan Theriot poops all over the cubs, and Leslie Nielsen leaves us all with memories. Special guest: Gilly the Squid... "Welcome to TheDirty.com." The kid behind the lyrics joins me live! All that and more.

Back at it again. Where do we separate religion from politics? An atheist group in Colorado is paying billboards in hopes of vanishing a nativity scene that is housed on public property... Somebody hold me back! Paul Johnson of Big Johnson Sports joins me live to talk the latest news in sports. Esteban Ochocinco is engaged, Ryan Theriot poops all over the cubs, and Leslie Nielsen leaves us all with memories. Special guest: Gilly the Squid... "Welcome to TheDirty.com." The kid behind the lyrics joins me live! All that and more.

I live 11 miles from Ben Quayle's campaign HQ. Apparently someone called the police on us when we were shooting this. A cop parked and stared at us for the last 10 minutes or so of shooting, then followed our car for a few miles after we left.Ben Quayle and Barack Obama actually do talk exactly like this.Kevin: Hi, I'm Kevin R. Breen from FAILocracy.com.Victoria: And I'm Victoria Andrews.Kevin: We're here today in front of Ben Quayle's campaign headquarters, about to do an interview with not only Ben, who is running for election in Arizona's 3rd congressional district, but also his father, former Vice President Dan Quayle.Victoria: Now they were supposed to meet us here, but I don't seem to see them anywhere...Kevin: Yeah, that is weird. Tell you what, we'll split up. You stay here in case they come by while I go look for them.Victoria: All right, sounds good.KEVIN WALKS OFF SCREENVictoria: Oh, there they are!CAMERA PANS OVER JUST SLIGHTLY, REVEALING KEVIN'S HAND IN A SOCK PUPPETVictoria: Mr. Quayle, Mr. Quayle, so glad you could make it.Ben: So glad to be here!Victoria: Now first, Ben, now that you've been caught writing explicit material and lying about it on dirtyscottsdale.com You said "my moral compass is so broken I can barely find the parking lot." A lot of people are saying that you don't really believe in the conservative Republican platform on which you're running, and that you're just a puppet for your dad. What do you say to that?Ben: Well, frankly, I think that's ridiculous!Victoria: Could we pan the camera over to get Dan in the shot with Ben?Dan (from offscreen) No! Pretend I'm not here.Ben: Sorry, my dad can't be in the shot because he run my teleprompter. Quit going off script Ben. No, don't say that part. Or this part. That's it, no ice cream. But dad! (Continues rambling)Victoria: Ben. Ben!Ben: Oh yeah, sorry. Anyways, as I was saying, my dad really has nothing to do with this campaign. I have a lot of respect for my dad, but my platform is mine alone. We aren't the same, but we complement each other. It's like he's the meat and I'm the potataueeDan: That's potato!Ben: Well then why did you put the E at the en--Dan: Shhh!Victoria: Well, your campaign commercial has a lot of people talking because you say that "Barack Obama is the worst president in history," even implying that you're going to go to Washington to "knock the hell out of it." PLAY COMMERCIAL Now first, I have got to say that your voice sounds much more masculine in person!Ben: Yeah, I was tearing up in that video because I was chopping an onion before filming.Victoria: Seriously? Your excuse is that you were chopping an onion?Ben: Yeah, I was making a potatauee salad. Just a minute.BEN POPS OFF SCREEN AND WHISPERS ARE HEARD, THEN HE COMES BACKBen: My dad can't believe you're making that joke.Victoria: Okay, so you say you're going to go against Obama and "knock the hell" out of Washington. What's you're strategy?Ben: Oh, yeah, well, Obama must be stopped, so first I need to have a chat with him. We're going to get together a team of elite Republicans like Arnold Schwarzenegger, then we're going to go in to the West Wing to overthrow the Obama, who is practically a dictator. Now, along the way, we'll probably discover a plot far-more sinister than we were led to believe when we were first hired, and innocent lives will be in the balance-Victoria: Okay, okay. Did you come up with this strategy while watching The Expendables?Ben: uhh... no! No! That's ridiculous. What, are you suggesting that a legitimate political candidate would take tactical strategy from a Sylvestor Stallone movie? Come on, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!CUT TO REAGAN QUOTE: "Boy, I saw RAMBO last night. I know what to do the next time this happens."Former US President Ronald Reagan -following the release of 39 American hostages by Lebanese terrorists in 1985Ben: Oh. Huh. Well, this is awkward.Victoria: Well, once you get close enough to knock the hell out of Obama, what will you do?Ben: Oh, easy. I'm going to look him in the eyes, and I'm going to be like, "Go ahead punk! You make my day."Victoria: It still sounds like you're getting your strategy from movies.Ben: Let me finish. I'll get all up in his grill! I'll be like, you are screwing up America! You are ruining our freaking country, and I'm going to beat the crap out of you cuz I'm freakin Ben Quayle, bitch!Victoria: Well you're in luck! You don't have to wait!Ben: What?A BLACK SOCK PUPPET WALKS ON SCREENObama: Hey Victoria, hey Ben. Whatcha talking about?Ben: Oh, uhh...Victoria: You're just in time, Obama, Ben is about to set you straight! You aren't even going to know what hit you!Ben: Oh, well, Victoria, I, uhh...Victoria: Go ahead, give it to him, Ben.Obama: Uhh... what's going on?