Keep your fucking beignets, Goy Boy. We got hamantashen. They may have been partying down in NoLa, but at the same time, I kept thinking, "This is a really poor-ass version of Purim." Which it is. Nobody parties like drunk Jews. They sometimes even spend money. So...
I feel for you. For each and every one of you. I feel your pain, your sadness, but also your joy, and your happiness. What am I saying? The only thing I feel is horny. And greedy. While Spud is gallivanting around Hawaii on his honeymoon, Prime and I decided to trash...
St. Hallmark is the patron saint of useless synthetic holidays. I will spend this one babysitting Sweet Baby James, then making some pizza for Prime and me, with accompanying adult beverages. Unlike Spud, I did not get married this week, so I'm still allowed to be...
Not only is the house falling apart, so is the world. Proof herein.
Wonder Dog looks at me with an expression of betrayal. “Why was I abandoned?” But you dear people have not been abandoned. Here’s Links to prove it.
A brief one this time. Spoiler: There have been many Faucis over the millennia.
SP has abandoned Wonder Dog and me for the next few weeks. Let’s hope the site doesn’t blow up. And our house. Anyway, Links
After a fun visit with Spud (and the fact I remember none of it is a good sign), I return with Links.
Off to the airport to meet my doom. And Spudalicious. But I’ll drop some quick links first.
(((We))) do all kinds of weird shit, and most of it traces back to the mysterious and arbitrary whims of Yahweh. And Yahweh loved to troll (((us))). Somehow or other, the priests always came out ahead…
I hope (((we))) got a refund from the Italians who did a shitty job with the hit. In the meantime… Links.
Our first weekend of the year with looming three digit temperatures. So prepare for my whining. And Links.
Over 2,000 Egyptian soldiers have mysteriously drowned after attempting a Red Sea crossing. This story and more… in Links.
Comin’ for your first born. But first things first, Links.
Once Progressives latch on, game over. But at least we can mock them. And a bonus recipe!
While the goyim do their church thing today, (((we))) and the other godless can discuss… links! #jewsnotpews
One more reason for me to laugh at all you silly goyim. Oh, and Links.
Makes you want to kill me, right? Well read the Links first, then decide if my Sunday Morning Perkiness is really what your first target should be.
Der Frühling in holder Pracht erwacht, ah alle Pein zu End mag sein… und hier kommt die Links.
I keep putting them off. yet the appointed hour continues to rush headlong through the currents of time. The Links are a minor eddy.
Dammit, I need more time to adjust. MORE TIME! Nature will not grant me that boon. Ah well. Links.
Where do we find the weirdest shit? Our network, that’s how. And thus… Links!
It was a memorable Purim. Or not. And these are memorable Links. Or not.
We intend to be the Rankin-Bass of Purim!
There were some remarkably drunk humans in Zoom chat last night. I was not, because you people expect Links.