Nevada Girl recently wrote about Reputation wherein she stated her predilection for breaking wind and blaming her boys, when actually she’ll blame anyone near her, including her dogs. (Sometimes, oddly, both at the same time.) I’ve also seen her blame a mall santa and a frozen chicken in the meat aisle at Scolari’s. Oh yes, she does have a reputation.

Anyway, as a salute to her, I give you a few more musings on Reputation. First, please note Briter’s Corner now features Briter throwing up in the toilet after a night of drinking. This is his most viewed photo–and so a reputation is made. Now, each morning we dutifully listen to this ditty by Merigail and Don Moreland about how hard a good reputation is to make, and how easy it is to break. I got this from one of my favorite places to get music, WFMU’s Beware of the Blog.

Reputation (final 1953 version) – Merigail and Don Moreland (1:46)

I was once arrested for being a minor in a nightclub. A disco club, in fact. Did a few hours in the hoosegow, as they say. It affected my reputation for sure, because now no one will let me forget I paid a hundred dollars for the worst fake ID ever. I was disappointed I didn’t get a mugshot, though. You can bet I’d have a copy in my wallet if I did. Guess my Crime is a site to see mugshots of people who may have ruined their reputation and your challange is to guess how they did it.

Reckless Endangerment or Controlled Substance or Speeding?


Mosquito Larvae Another way to blow your rep is to have a photo in the high school yearbook that pretty much affirms you are a weirdo. I have such a photo in mine, and I’m not a big fan of it. You’ll have to ask Nevada Girl for details. Sadly, my photo is far worse than that of this poor girl at her science fair. (Mosquito larvae beware, indeed.) 40 other regretful photo memories can be found at the 41 Hilarious Science Fair Experiments site where many young adults will have their reputation forever tainted.

And finally, here is a picture that will forever reflect on Mr. Brenda’s reputation. Don’t ask.

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