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Market Square, not long ago plagued by nuisance bars, drug sales and loitering, rapidly is becoming a Downtown hot spot.

The public square, the city’s oldest, is expected to become home to a wine, cheese and dessert bar and a Dunkin’ Donuts this spring and summer.

Dunkin Donuts + Market Square = All is right with my world. That hot chick that will be kissing the threshold on opening day and then begging passerby-ing men to carry her over said threshold? Totally me.

Sonic? Sonic? Wherefore art thou, Sonic close to PittGirl?

I’m so over Terrelle Pryor.

It was less than two hours until the star high school quarterback let the world know his college choice was Ohio State, and Mr. Pryor was nowhere to be found.

He did not show up for classes yesterday morning at Jeannette High School. Athletic director Bob Murphy couldn’t get him on the phone. Guidance counselor Rick Klimchock was starting to get nervous as members of the media were arriving for a noon news conference.

Never mind wanting to know where Mr. Pryor was going to college. Jeannette officials simply wanted to know where he was. Forty-two days earlier, Mr. Pryor called a news conference — to announce he hadn’t made a college decision.

“Not again,” Mr. Klimchock muttered yesterday morning.

Mr. Pryor eventually arrived at school, an hour before the news conference. But he was still being coy. Fifteen minutes before the announcement, Jeannette football coach Ray Reitz emerged from a meeting with Mr. Pryor and said, “He’s still not telling us yet.”

Mr. Pryor eventually meandered down two hallways to the auditorium.

And you thought PittGirl had an ego the size of 15222?

Pshh.

Also:

“It’s the University of Ohio State,” Mr. Pryor said.

The University of Ohio State? Is that near the College of Cincinnati? Or maybe it’s closer to The Dayton State University of Columbus?

Idiot.

Here’s hoping he humbles himself right quick before someone else does it for him. Maybe he needs to hang out with Sidney Crosby for a while so that Sid can smack some humility into Terrelle’s fight-mongering, giant diamond-wearing head.

Cedrick Wilson, Asshat 3.0, as you know was involved in a police standoff not too long ago when his babymama locked herself in his house with a gun all flipping out and shit.

Well last night, Asshat 3.0 went to a restaurant and punched that same babymama in the face.

At around 8 last night, Mr. Wilson approached 26-year-old Lindsey Paulat, of Fawn, at Patron’s Restaurant near Route 910 and Perry Highway in Pine, police said. He then pushed Ms. Paulet, the mother of his 16-month-old daughter, and punched her in the face when she turned around, according to a criminal complaint charging Mr. Wilson.

CLASSY!

Cedrick Wilson has now been dropped from the Steelers roster.

Thoughts:

1. I knew Cedrick Wilson was a little guy, but I had no idea how small of a man he really was.

2. When I first read about Lindsey locking herself up in his house, I was like, “Esta loca!” I believe I called her a “crazy bitch.”

Now, I’m kind of hoping she can get Cedrick alone long enough to return the favor, except, you know, aim for the donkey omelets.

3. Did the Steelers drop Cedrick because he punched his babymama? Then why aren’t they dropping James Harrison AKA Asshat 2.0, while they’re at it?

Mr. Harrison broke down the door and, while Ms. Tibbott was trying to call 911, he took her cell phone and broke it in half, according to the affidavit.

Ms. Tibbott said he then hit her with an open hand in the face, knocking off her glasses. Township police said her left cheek showed “red marks.”

Do the Steelers only “care” about domestic violence when it involves one of their lesser-talented players?

4. Men of the Steelers, don’t punch your babymamas! Grow up and find other ways to express your anger. Use your words, damn it.

5. Boy, is my friend in Cincinnati going to have a scathing comeback when I next tease him about that team of criminals he roots for and I bet that comeback will include the words Babymama Beaters.

1. Well, my Sportsocracy [dot] org 2008 Pittsburgh Bloggers March Madness BRACKET has been submitted, and whereas last year I used actual information about the teams to pick my winners, resulting in what was it? Next to the last place? This year I went with my super secret rabbit in the hat, trump in the sleeve, pigeon in the grave. My shiny quarter.

Shiny Quarter took Pitt to the Final Four, where Shiny Quarter says they’ll lose miserably to UCLA.

Here’s Shiny Quarter sitting on my desk being all sage-like and wise ass-ish.

You’ll notice I didn’t use one of those new state quarters because I didn’t want my quarter to be biased toward any one team.

2. Are you guys looking in the shadows of that picture for my face? It’s not there.

3. Today is the first day of Spring and that of course means it’s colder than a witch’s windy tit. If you’d like to get a little MORE cold, you can head to Rita’s for their free ice giveaway!

(h/t Curt O)

4. Trafalgar Square in London, notorious for its pigeon population, has instituted some new pigeon control and thanks to reader Mark, we get to take a look:

Where can I get me a hawk to sit quietly on my shoulder until ordered to eat pigeons … only after torturing them for a little while?

Look at that adorable bird.

Don’t you just want to go up to that hawk and scritch its little chinny chin chin all, “Who’s a good pigeon killer? Who’s a good pigeon killer?”

Just me?

5. So there’s a Burgher in the South Hills who is seeking a woman who shares his same physical characteristics, as in looks like him right down to the body, face, glasses, clothing and mustache.

First of all, this can’t be real, right?

Second of all, how much of a batshit crazy narcissistic serial-killer loser nutjob is this guy?

Please phrase your answer in the form of “VERY batshit crazy narcissistic serial-killer loser nutjob.”

(h/t Cate who wrote, “PittGirl, brace yourself” but dang, I didn’t brace myself enough!)

6. Reader BagItTagIt wrote me to let me know that Dr. Pausch is having continuing kidney and heart problems and to top it all off, on his way to DC to testify before Congress, he was in a bad car accident. BagItTagIt asks:

“A car accident? Are you kidding me? I feel like Randy should offer up his dog to see if the Lord would like to kick it.”

7. So yesterday I informed Sister of PittGirl, she of the Sidney Crosby obsession, in no uncertain terms that she and I will be going to the Bryan Adams concert this summer and she was all, “I don’t know. What songs does he sing?”

WTF?

I didn’t slap her or even do one of those V8 bonks on her forehead. I’m very proud of my self-restraint.

That’s almost as good as the time one of my friends picked me up to try to drag my ass to a Jimmy Buffet concert and I was all, “What songs does he even sing?”

Seriously. What the hell songs does Jimmy Buffet sing?