Maybe it was the rats

Maybe it was the rats, squeaking, and waiting to pounce. Maybe it was the gurgle of some unspeakably horrible, probably biologic fluid being illegally dumped (allegedly) in some nearby corridor.  Something woke me.  It wasn’t the daylight, because this godforsaken place seemed unfamiliar with direct sunlight. I looked around.

Fredo Wang: the StifMeister

What the hell is the point of painting “pussy wagon” on the tailgate of this Dodge truck? For the longest time, some Dodge truck trims were called “Power Wagons.”  Then Chrysler started calling their trucks “Dodge Ram.”  A couple years ago, they dropped the “Dodge” in favor of simply “Ram.”  With that history as a […]

A moment ago

From two hours ago: Moe:  There is no evidence that some drunk guy was drunk. Me:  He blew a .4. Moe:  There is no evidence that some drunk guy is responsible for having his ass beat. Me:  He talked shit to those guys that did it. So said the one trying to get out of […]

Stop running into people.

Stop running into people. – Superstar Words to live by… You know me – ordinarily no parked car is safe.  No pedestrian is safe (especially when they’re next to a puddle). Not just one, two idiots tried to run me down in a parking lot.  One was half successful.  Read the whole story at Drive-By Shootings: Just when […]

Joe Paterno

Damage Control: Zombie Edition

The Glove didn’t fit – Wick Sollers Chewbacca – Johnny Cochran Basically, We love Joe so you’re misreading the evidence, mr. report.  The emails to Joe didn’t mean Paterno, they meant Piscopo. Or the Plumber.  Somebody said something different, so your argument is invalid. I have a few thoughts: HE’S FUCKING DEAD. This is about […]