Oh Marilyn! Turns out diamonds aren't a girl's best friend, her lawyer is! This lady checked the 3 "C" s ( cut, clarity, color), and gave the ring an "F". So now she's singing the Bogus Bling Blues...

Word of advice to men? When you give us the ring, we always check out the bling...

Inqlings | Ring is poor bling, says B101's winnerBy Michael Klein
Inquirer Columnist

Bee careful what you wish for.

Loyal B101 radio listener Tina Grodziski of Rhawnhurst won a "Cabot Cheese Dazzle Your Sweetheart" prize package valued at $26,250 from the light-rock station early last year.

....B101 then sent Grodziski a 1099 statement describing her winnings to the IRS. She says that's when she realized prizes are taxable income.

"Don't get me wrong," Grodziski says. "I know nothing in life is free, but I had no idea I'd have to pay over $7,000 in taxes" on the $26,250 in additional income.

So she decided to sell the ring.

When she shopped it around Jewelers Row, she says in a lawsuit filed recently in Common Pleas Court, she was told it was, in one appraiser's words, "a piece of garbage" with a value of several hundred dollars to perhaps several thousand dollars.....B101 is still on Grodziski's office radio. "But most times, I listen to Ben [95.7] or Sunny [104.5]," she says.

(personally? I'd go cry on Booker's shoulder!)

The title of my first published book very well may be:

"Why Atlantic City Just Doesn't Get It"

Some of the questions that I will cover will include:

-- Why is it that Trump Marina once had a poker room, then they removed it just when poker started taking off? When you ask staff, "Where is your poker room?", they direct you to the main casino floor, apparently hoping you will think that Caribbean Stud constitutes real poker.

-- Why do A.C. casinos resist the no-smoking movement, instead of embracing it? Do you really think that in the year 2015 smoking will still be tolerated in any indoor public spaces? There have even been studies that suggest a smoking ban could bring more visitors to Atlantic City!

-- Why would a casino pit boss (such as at Harrah's) repeatedly allow bets on the 'courtesy line' on a Single-Zero roulette wheel, but then when the "0" hits, they tell the player that it's an invalid bet on such a wheel and won't be paid?

-- Why would a casino (such as Resorts) allow the husband of a player-card holder make a hotel reservation, understanding that he would not be traveling with his wife, but then not honor the reservation (and turn the customer out on the street) because the wife is not physically present at check-in time?

Mercy, I will be able to go on and on, let me assure you. And it will be a regional best-seller. You can bet on it.

Gregory Kohs
"Inside Market Research"
http://insidemr.blogspot.com

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I’m not a humorist, in fact, Good Humor ice cream instantly melts when I touch it. I don’t think I’ve ever intentionally tried to write something funny. I like to write about things from my life or current events. Sometimes I write erotica or about cotton candy sort of nonsense that comes to mind, but I don’t sit down and think, “How do I make this funny?� I guess I just don’t think playfully, which means I am boring and way too serious. Although, I do like launching toilet paper down grocery store isles. I usually have a receiver.

When I’m not playing the role of mommy, I like to be a little silly. I've been known to dance, sing or kiss in public places. While I was growing up, I loved to make my friends laugh. But lately, I’m just way too serious. Readers, please help me giggle. In fact, all (ten) of my readers could use a laugh.

Email me your original, short humor essay within the next two weeks. If yours is the most amusing tale, it will be posted on my site, and you shall be declared the most clever and comical of them all--and you will be adorned with a t-shirt designed by me. And, if you want, I will provide a link back to your site (if you have one). However, if you want to remain anonymous, I will post with your pen name and still send you the t-shirt (after you tell me your size and where the hell to send it.)

*It would be cool if you had a photo taken of yourself wearing the shirt, so I could post it on my site. However, that is up to the quipster…

I took the day off in order to help my girlfriend move this afternoon, so for the past 45 minutes I've been chugging coffee, manning my post on the couch, and intently watching The Price Is Right.

I'm a junkie for this show. My college years are somewhat hazy, but I believe I even planned my college class schedule around Bob Barker's work schedule. Once, my mother scolded my brother and me for screaming profanities at the television during The Price Is Right. He was 20 years old at the time. I was 23. Like I said, I'm a junkie.

The show really is a tremendous outlet for suppressed anger. It sure beats punching a pillow or, you know, exercising. In fact, I think more of us should spend time yelling at frat boys, heavy middle-aged black women, old people, perky college girls, and random military members on leave -- the only contestants allowed in the TPIR studio, apparently. This upsets me because I've clearly missed my window of opportunity. I'm an almost-thirty year old white guy, eight years out of college. I'll have to wait at least 30 more years to be on the show. While I'm sure Bob will still be hosting, it's a little creepy that the Barker Beauties I'll inevitably trying to feel up in the year 2035 aren't even born yet.

Okay, I just barked at a U.S. Navy guy because he had the last bid, and ended up bidding $20 UNDER the highest bid instead of just bidding one dollar more like any other normal person would have. I yelled that he was too dumb to defend my country. I think I need to go outside now.

Friday Fun: Uncle Horn Head is building up a somewhat naughty collection of "Colors That Mr. Crayola’s Grandkids Want That Won’t Happen Because the Old Man’s Estate Forbids it." Warning: not for the faint of heart.