I'm making up for last week by doing three Links in a row. I had one more hilarious reminder of my kavorka in the form of a local crazy lady who buttonholed me, kept trying to invite herself over, and wouldn't let me politely exit. Fortunately, one of our baristas...
With our wine license in hand and a deep stock of delicious bottles behind the bar, we're ready for old ladies getting sloshed and starting bar fights. My list has stereotypical female pleasers like Prosecco and pink Champagne. Prime remains a steadfast dry red wine...
I had a whole story ready to go about a giant (6'7", 380 lb) tard nicknamed Smokey that I was tasked with bouncing from the café. Including the artwork, which I won't waste. But I'm not in the mood to tell my tale, given the loss of a woman who was a friend IRL and...
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Not gallivanting in remote places this weekend, or at least not TOO remote, so it’s me with the Links.
There’s a reason I’m doing Links today instead of this weekend- guilt.
I do not dance. I hate to dance. But I’m spending a weekend watching others dance. And writing Links.
Had a few friends in. There’s pluses and minuses. And Links.
But not yet. There are Links, though, to get you by until I can write funny stories.
Insert generic Links preview statement here.
Joemala was deemed enough SugarFree for one day. After all, artificial sweeteners are cancer and shit. So I’m doing the Links, given that I don’t even have a modicum of sweetness anywhere in my personality.
Living dangerously today. Links are the safest part.
It’s hard to believe that there’s only two of them. Maybe they’ll leave me alone long enough to do Links.
Wherein I return from a voyage amongst a foreign tribe, bearing Links.
The things guys will do when there’s women involved… but still, Links.
Weekend with NPR Lady ends in fireworks.
That just seemed weird to type, but because we have Monday off, it’s true. Anyway, Links.
Another month passes as if nothing. But Links will salve the anxiety caused by the rush of time.
Surprise, surprise, heading north to see the NPR Lady. But not until I do Links because priorities.
There’s sort of a vague Whitman pun. Very vague. Links are more direct.
And as we pass another day without Sloopy and Banjos, you are again being subjected to me. Ignore me. Read Links.
I’m back and you never know where and when I might pop up with Links.
…and second prize is TWO weeks in Philadelphia. Oh, and Links.
This week, it’s been a challenge just breathing. Blame Canada. And Links.
Brett had a bit of a run-in with some blue Curacao, so I am stepping over his prone, piss-stained form to stand in for Links.