Wednesday Afternoon Linsk – F It Edition

Wednesday Afternoon Linsk – F It Edition

Today, you get Linsk. Because I maybe 2 hours of sleep last night, my oldest two and the two boys from across the street are shit talking each other about video games - the AC is out at their house until tomorrow and they have a couple of portable units that are just...

Thursday Afternoon Liiinnnkss

Thursday Afternoon Liiinnnkss

Just to be clear, I was not the pinch hitter this morning. I don't know who was, but I did my Wotansday like I was supposed to. Did anybody even notice there were no links? Today was reptile show day at the day care. I have videos of a bunch of kids swarming an...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.

Tuesday Afternoon Links

Happy Tuesday that feels like it should be Thursday. But it must be Tuesday because the news keeps telling me that New Hampshire is holding a primary. Trans