Thursday Morning Substitute Links

Thursday Morning Substitute Links

Sloopy and Banjos are off auctioning things. As far as I know, not the name of their next daughter. How the hell are y'all? I've been far too absent. One day, my shit will slow down. Probably about 2 years from now when all of my kids can reliably dress, feed, and...

Sunday Morning Goy Links

Sunday Morning Goy Links

Its high season for OMWC. In his part of the world, there's only 3 weeks of Spring, so he has to take full advantage of all of them. By June the kids have gotten too thin and wormy for his tastes. Wow, that went in a weird direction, but I'm leaving it in! My littler...

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 Morning (?!) Links

Sloopy contacted me late last night (or early this morning, really) because I guess he figured I’d be the only one up? Well his gamble worked. Between the new baby and the bad idea fairy dust, I am here and ready to fill in.