I started writing a post about how, roughly once a year, some pervo is seen driving down a highway here in Phoenix while beating his meat. I quickly went from marveling at his multi-tasking skills (I know I couldn’t do a good job at both of those things simultaneously), to marveling at the wide range of human kinks. Unfortunately, I had the internet at my disposal, and I learned a fuckload more about the subject than I had planned, or ever wanted to. All I know is that I’ll never look at a bicycle the same way again. Continue reading

I did a lot of hiking over the weekend, and ran across something interesting. Arizona is a fairly unique state, and there are things you can see here that you only rarely see in other places, if at all: The Saguaro cactus, the Roadrunner, the single-digit IQ person who gets elected governor… On Sunday, I ran across a herd of wild horses (that’s a couple of them in the main photo). Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “That’s great, Greg. But can you somehow turn this wonderfully serene tableaux into a story involving horses and dangerous drugs?” Why, yes. Yes, I can. Continue reading