Our retarded staff continues to provide me with material. After our waitress's insistence that she understands everything there is to know about every wine and beer on our list, she's now confident on giving recommendations. Confidence, unfortunately, is not the same...
Heading up to the Great White North for a couple days at Prime's beach cottage on Lake Erie. She has, without any expectation of success, begged me to be polite, not ask people why they have beady eyes and floppy heads, how they feel about becoming America's 52nd...
As much as I complain about the rather dimwitted and entitled customer base we have, I can't say much better for our staff. We do have some excellent people, but we also have... to be generous, tards. Except actual Downs tards are generally super nice, kind, cheerful,...
Look, it’s 111 degrees out. The Germans are dancing because they don’t even need to fire up the ovens. This gives me a chance to get Links posted.
It’s down to 107 here. Almost like it’s a desert. But we are rich and verdant in Links.
Look, I just got back from Spud’s, my wife has gone off to New York for the next two weeks, and I haven’t had any sleep. And you expect coherence? Be grateful it’s just Links.
I’m just amazed that I’ve stayed sober enough to do Links. It’s a miracle! (Narrator: He didn’t.)
I’m amidst the Famous Potatoes and white supremacists of Idaho. Nonetheless, high carb Links await.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. These are… The Days of the Week. And here’s some of your stories.
As I cross the days off the calendar, I think about the delightful drama of countdowns. But then I remember that it’s time for Links.
T(r, t) + V(r, t) =E. It’s the law. So’s Links.
I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop…
Oh wait, I need to pause because Links.
No theme, no running joke, just a few meaningless anecdotes followed by Links, comme m’habitude.
It’s really hot out, I’m lacking sleep, and the love sausage isn’t budging. May as well do Links.
Well, here’s a jolly way to begin your work week.
Hey, it’s a step up from Hell. The links aren’t, though
Week from hell at work is ending. Now weekend of hell with the news is beginning. The cycle of life.
Ollie ollie out in free! We have Links!
SP is back! That improves my mood, but won’t make my Links any better.
Still ronery. Oh so ronery. But we still need Rinks, ahhhh, Links.
SP’s return has been delayed a bit. So I can continue to leave laundry on the floor, keep the bathroom door open, and eat junk. As long as I do links.
This is Lorenz, Yorke, and Mandelbrot, all rolled into a unitary mess of Links.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
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.