What kind of ferkakteh wedding is this, without a chuppah or a wine glass to crush? No, not what you're thinking. Prime's middle son is getting married today so I'll be heading to Buffalo to join in the festivities and will be trying hard not to say anything that will...
OK, so I'm the one on suicide watch- losing is bad enough, but watching every top Ravens player go down injured was just traumatic. Mojeaux dodged a bullet. And I'm sitting in here for Banjos as a sign of life. Speaking of life, birthdays today are numerous and...
How I'm spending my afternoon. After today, either Mojeaux (0-3) or I (1-2) will be on suicide watch. Birthdays today include the king of the fortune cookie; a guy who was just one running joke after another; a guy who did a lot of chemistry that I sure the fuck...
Updated April 14.
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I promise that my penis is mentioned nowhere in this article. It’s about Purim, I pinky swear.
Sometimes you get to the point where you think, “Fuck, let’s just burn the whole goddam thing down and start over.” If you’re not at that point yet, perhaps a serving of Links can take you over the edge?
It’s all going to shit and the popcorn sucks. Well, there’s always Links.
My shovel is wearing out, and so is my back. Maybe take a break and do Links?
Well, after our massive snowfall last week, Global Warming blessed us with another foot. So I’m sitting in a warm room, looking outside, and forging Links. And writing fiction. Hard to tell the difference these days.
So much fun this part week, but it comes to an end. And a new week begins, but only after Links.
Complete with a Tales From The Woke Adjacent story.
I never understood that word pair. They seem opposites. Whatever, in Banjos’s absence, here’s Links.
You’d think on our anniversary, I’d be upstairs giving SP a bit of a logjam instead of being downstairs doing Links. This, my friends, is dedication.
Quite a lively week chez nous. And now I feel dead. But with my ultimate mortal gasp, I present Links.
8-12″ are coming in. And we may even get some snow. And Links.
He was tired of hot weather? OK, let’s give it to him good and hard! Here’s some teeth-chattering Links.
We’re about to get a heat wave, which is a pity because the snow is so nice. Ah well, let us arise from the mud and look at Links.
Or “quarantine.” Jesus, this shit is beyond stupid. And if you read the Links, you’ll get HazMat levels of stupid.
I’m sending Spud back today to dry out. Nonetheless, this is my last shot at being incoherent, and you are the beneficiaries.
We were very good and only had six bottles last night. And two in the afternoon. So Links may appear a bit fuzzy.
Whew, got through Christmas without some Lutherans burning down our house! Links, then, to celebrate.
Why is it that every Christmas, we end up with a Jew doing Links?
It’s coming! And Frankie Festivus has all the poles for the kids! While we wait, Links.
Jesus, it’s only a week to Christmas? Better get these Links out fast to beat the crowd.
We have a genius solution to our Governess’s latest mandate. Details within, including Links.