Too much to do, so no in depth depravity or 40 paragraph dick jokes. Instead… Whatever the fuck this is. It made me laugh my ass off. Full props to Youtube user spookyfbi8, who apparently has an obsession with Star Trek like most of us have an obsession with breathing.

This is the kind of shit that makes me feel that, hey, forest fires aren’t so bad after all! Especially if these retards are in the forest at the time.

If you’ve never read the excellent blog, A Beer For The Shower, the name alone is enough to tell you why I like it: Simply put, drinking before noon kicks ass. It puts a smile on your face, a wobble in your walk, and gives you the courage to face the day, to say nothing of the angry neighbors who will demand to know why you drop kicked their Yorkie down the block. Oh fuck, I just read the tag line to the blog, which reads, “After a long hard day, sometimes it’s just nice to step into the shower, sip a beer, and let the water wash away the shame and regret.” So that doesn’t make it sound like it’s about secret morning drinking at all. I am fucking disillusioned. Continue reading

I was at Toys R Us just now, and the strangest fucking thing happened. First of all, the place was PACKED. There were no unused carts in the store, and when you walked in and realized it, you had to turn around and go into the parking lot in search of one. So when you pulled up and started approaching the store, it looked like the fucking place was on fire: People streaming out of the building from both sets of doors, some with purchases, some without. And of course there were kids crying, which just added to the effect. And as I walked up to see what the problem was, I had a strange thrill. What if some guy had finally snapped in a Toys R Us and totally lost it? I mean, braining people with baseball bats and stabbing employees with Tinkertoys kind of losing it. Wow! And then I got in there and realized it was just a lack of carts, and I felt kind of bummed. Continue reading

Anyone who read this week’s Weekly Hypothetical will be glad to know that I haven’t dropped the subject. Research is ongoing, and if there is a change in my choice of potential animal-kingdom-friends-with-benefits-selected-under-duress I will let you know immediately. You will be glad to know that the hippo has really, really, really been scratched off of my list. Jesus, they’re almost as bad as my daughter.

I am going to have to ask our SoCal correspondents Vesta and Juice to weigh in here. Really? REALLY?

Incidentally, Vesta and the Juice would make an excellent title for a terrible buddy cop drama on TNT. You ladies get cracking on that.

I saw a wonderful example of Christmas spirit today, and thought I’d share it with everyone. As I was driving home from work, I passed a hotel parking lot and in this parking lot was a woman holding a bunch of bags, trying to get into her car. On the other side of the car was a young girl, approximately 12 or 13 years old. I could tell, as I was driving by, that the woman was agitated about something. Finally, I guess she’d had enough: She slammed the bags down onto the wet pavement while shouting “GODDAMMIT ASHLEY!” at the top of her lungs. Then she got in the driver’s seat and put her head against the wheel and started sobbing. And I thought to myself, “That little girl is a fucking bitch, making her mother flip out in public like that!” Continue reading

Two raver cats, post medication, post surgery.

I want you young children to look at this. When I was a young lad in short pants, this is what a toy store looked like. No electronics, no video games, no DVD’s, CD’s, or Blu-Ray discs. It was dolls, board games, and homeless guys dressed as Santa ready to molest your ass the very second mom and dad took their eyes off of you.

I don’t know about you, but I’m just an ordinary guy. I don’t much cotton to weirdness and shenanigans. So when it comes time for me to relax, I just kick back, have a beer or two, and pelvic-thrust a skateboard across a stage of stone-cold lunatics.