Tag Archive for 8 Barrel

What to do

high society

on a Fucked Up And Stupid weekend in  January 1988 when the newlywed Phids blow you off?  Visit a frozen great lake and go bowling for beers in Bangor (pronounced bang-(h)er) Michigan.  And not have sex with the one girl who showed up, because – duh – she only wants to be your friend.

Checker Marathon

I know why the caged bird sings

Drive By Shootings What to drive when you live in a roach motel crappy apartment and have a fondness for Jim Beam that sometimes gets away from you. (Ed.:  That would explain the cage?) What happened to the paint?  Ask the Kraft American cheese slices. Moral of the story:  Whiskey is for riding in the back seat of the cab…