I must take exception to Big Jonny’s description of my hometown in the vile post below. “Graveyard with lights,” indeed. The actual phrase, as employed Continue reading Counterpoint
It’s about the beer. All about the beer. At €15, or about $20.50, per case of 20 bottles, Welde is one of the most expensive Continue reading Why my head hurts this morning…
Here is one reason why: [snip:] According to a recent EU study, carried out by the European Foundation for the Improvement of Living and Working Continue reading I’m proud to be half Swedish.
Greetings, Rapscallions. I’d like to present for the readers, my latest tale. It’s miserably brisk, and painfully uncomplicated. I’ll put it to you like this: Continue reading The Scallywag and The Cockduster
Comes the news from The Old Gray Lady that some of NASA’s space cowboys have gone from the right stuff to the good stuff, which Continue reading Shuttlecock(eyed)
Well, there’s a point in every dog owner’s life where the inevitable happens. Your buddy, compadre, fearless and ever-loyal companion cashes in the big check, Continue reading This Day Sucks
So after a weekend of running our first ever mountain bike festival into the history books and pouring a week’s worth of Deschutes Brewing’s production Continue reading Oh my…and the shit hits the fan a little faster
The last time I organized something, I said never again. Ever. That was four months ago. About the same amount of time it takes me Continue reading Sheeptown Fat Tire Rally…it’s on Bitches
A friend taught me a long time ago that one of many interesting ways to meet new people when going to new towns is to Continue reading Gaycation
It has occured to me more than once recently that I have a lot of shit going on. There are a million goals for me Continue reading Great Job, Hoss.
Virginia. Where parents get 27 months in prison sound for hosting a party for their son’s 16th birthday party and providing alcohol. Their mom, Elisa Continue reading Virginia is for lovers
I was three years younger than Paris Hilton is now when I got thrown in the Denver City-County Jail drunk tank in 1977 because a Continue reading More whiskey, indeed