Martays Enlaces por la Tardy

Martays Enlaces por la Tardy

I actually can spell Tuesday afternoon links in Spanish, but it felt like doing it right would step on Mex's schtick. This is more the "old" Florida way of pronouncing Spanish words. Like "my-amuh". Anyhow, I'm covering for Mex who is covering for Sloopy and Banjos....

Thursday Afternoon Links

Thursday Afternoon Links

School's out! Jesus, this morning was like Rain Man in my house. My five year old might as well have run around screaming "Five minutes to Wapner!". The 'tism is strong when the schedule changes. I tried to get him to say "K-mart sucks", but he was all "what's...

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.

Monday Afternoon Links

I, for one, welcome our new corvid overlords, and will happily report on my fellows rather than find shiny things to bring them.