Hotspur Meets His Match

In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.

Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.

In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.

During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”

So I went.

Big Boob Swat Hump

Hello pervs, and welcome to the wonderful world of high fallutin’ sushi grade tatas.

Have you missed us? Yes.

Have you missed me? No.

Who is the other person I referred to above? NUNYA.

Listen to this song and Joe Rogan’s latest interview of Alex Jones. It all makes sense, man.

Monkey Meat Madness – Tuesday Tales of the Bush

“I told my children that we cannot continue eating bush meat or any dry meat because we fear that the Ebola is very near now,”

Next thing you know people will stop having sex in the bush too….

New Year in Review – a myopic

So the year is well under way.

Science Tuesday – Nasal Nutrition

Knowledge does a body good.

Part One (in a developing lecture series): Boogers & You

Carpal Tunnel Tuesday

Just Pecking Away

So one might think that a “Pecking Away” post might be about the latest currency of exchange for a maudlin teen child being bartered to a man for chickens, but one would be wrong.

Alas another important study has shown a disturbing trend  in the course of events for the American male.

 

Wish You Were Meme

Public Urination

What’s up with the current rush to coarsen everything in society. From San Fran to NYC everybody is pissing in the streets.

I thought it was a french tradition. Now it’s all fashionable to drop trou and go…

I guess gone are the simpler times of panhandling.

Thursday Teabagger Treat

Well, after covering coffee last week it was only natural that I shift my focus to its Limey bastard cousin; tea. Surely tea drinking began somewhere in China and caught on elsewhere along the Silk Road trading route (I just made that last part up but I’ve found that if use terms like “Silk Road trading route” people will often believe the rest of the verbal diarrhea that flows from your mouth). Alright, where were we? Tea. Pretty popular drink everywhere. Great Britain. Ireland. India. China. Wakanda? Not so much.