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So, I guess this is a thing again. Which, you know, not really a terrible thing, per se. For instance, we could have started hanging out with the “wro...
WHOA! Didn’t see you there! With your come-hither eyes and your sensuous, pouting plumber’s crack. Of all the gin joints in all the jointed gins in al...
Whoa. I mean WHOA. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember is July, and heat and primaries, and the next thing you know, Mitt Romney’s waiti...
NO, not really. And I didn’t even ride the Oregon Trail (though I did see a trail marker). Unless I-80 was a big part of the Oregon Trail, I’m not rea...
So, we’re here. Again. I know, it’s been like 2 months and your lives are hollow and empty without us. That’s okay, because we’re here now, with our d...
We’re not dead yet! We’re feeling better! Because of the big jug of bottom-shelf, plastic-bottle gin and a big ol’ spoonful of LINKS! You thought I wa...
And really, who does? Communists. Communists want scurvy. And LINKS! Mittens whipped Newt like one-armed by-the-hour S&M hooker that was parked in a l...
The best part of the holidays is all the carbs. The other day I was eating a doughnut at work, when a coworker brought in a pie, and another coworker ...
Christmas trees. Is there anything better than a really good Christmas tree? With the lights twinkling, the ornaments glinting, the squirrel that was ...