From: D2 Subject: Would you please post this? Hey Jonny, A friend and former Flagstaff resident, Mike Mckay, died on Friday in an avalanche in Continue reading Mike Mckay
From: Tony Romo Subject: Location, location, location! Duuuude, On the way to a local bar to make time with a hot bartender, I bumped into Continue reading Some Guys Have All The Luck
Same drill – I gots all kinds of shit going on. This is a sampling of some of the retarded things I’ve been looking at Continue reading Monday morning link dump
If I have tot said it plainly enough already: I am planning to vote for Barack Obama on February 5th. Barack Obama’s Victory Speech in Continue reading Barack Obama takes South Carolina
I think I link dumped this one once. Whatever. It’s time I embedded the vid and tagged it music. Bat For Lashes – Whats a Continue reading Bat For Lashes
A five-year-old boy and his grandfather are sitting on the front porch together, when grandpa pulled a beer out of the cooler. The little boy Continue reading Can your pecker touch your ass?
File this under “you gotta be fucking kidding me”: A speeding motorist who killed a teenage cyclist is suing the boy’s parents over damage to Continue reading Biker Down: Enaitz Iriondo
Comin’ at ya like a bolt of lightning, Tucson’s local fire cracker: Gray Wolf Part Thanks to Missing Saddle for this one. by
A few thoughts that occurred to me as I was throwing up this evening regarding former President Bill Clinton: If Bill Clinton had only somehow Continue reading Another not really a poem post. Sue me.
Just in case you needed a real kick in the teeth to start the day out right: A study by two nonprofit journalism organizations found Continue reading False Pretenses
Did anyone catch the report, which I think is a book now, on the data compiled that Bush has lied 950+ times given ~580 opportunities Continue reading Statistics on Bush Admin. Lies
Glorious Days Abound. Getting the potato cannon out was a really good idea. We had been drinking for a couple of hours and had like Continue reading (not really) a poem for thursday.