It’s not easy being green: When we...

It’s not easy being green: When we recounted a legend discussed in the book, “Rumor!”--that green M & Ms are aphrodisiacs--it brought back memories for Ken Rosenhek of Beverly Hills. Not about sex--but about bowling.

“Last year someone I bowled with told me his sister was coming out with a new candy product,” Rosenhek said. “It was called The Green Ones. The name was taken from that legend. Anyway, they needed people to put on green uniforms on St. Patrick’s Day and pass out The Green Ones with green condoms.”

It was a colorful start for The Green Ones.

Alas, so well known is the legend that Mars Candy went to court and forced Wendy Jaffe, the sister of the bowler and the creator of the Green Ones, to change the name.

So her Santa Monica company, Cool Chocolate, now markets the chocolates as The Greenies. The product still plays off the old legend. Its wrapper contains the warning: “Not recommended for prisoners, priests or frat guys.”

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Gung-ho types need not apply: In a neighborhood weekly, Boyd Winn of L.A. noticed this ad announcing an opening for a worker with an attitude.

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An LAPD book that doesn’t mention Rodney King!But Norma Jean Almodovar, the author of “Cop to Call Girl,” does manage to allege numerous police misdeeds, including vice cops having sex with prostitutes.

Almodovar is, as far as we know, the only department employee ever to become a prostitute, later go to jail, then run for lieutenant governor. (She attracted more than 100,000 votes but lost the election to . . . to . . . well, in the lieutenant governor’s race, does it matter?)

Almodovar, who claims the original notes for the book were stolen by the police, allowed a female colleague to toss out the most vicious accusation: “Cops are lousy lovers, all of them.”

Talk about hitting below the badge.

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Bakersfield, sorry we dissed you: Recalling the lack of drinking fountains at Dodger Stadium’s opening in 1962, we commented that the tradition continues at the Dodgers’ farm club to the north: The only drinking fountain at Bakersfield’s Sam Lynn Stadium is broken.

“Wrong,” wrote photographer Douglas Smrekar. He pointed out that the stadium’s “other fountain” is alive and well and sent along a photo of concessionaire Leslie Barber as proof. The second fountain, it turns out, is located in a catacomb near the entrance to the grandstands.

We understand why Smrekar would write. No one likes being compared to the L.A. Dodgers these days.

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If you dial the number for the local branch of the Writers Guild of America and mistakenly use the 213 area code, you receive this cheeky message: “Hello there. Those frustrated writers experiencing writers’ block: Quit criticizing my messages. Or send me your scripts for some criticism, if you have any. Those people who want to get ahold of the Writers Guild, dial 310 first.”