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So here’s the deal: Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine, and I’m on the pavement thinking about the government, right? Meantime, the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he’s got a bad cough and wants to get it paid off — so I’ve got him to worry about. But does any of this stop my wife from waking up and complaining that I haven’t

Is there anything funnier than a couple of lesbians joined at the ass by a stretch of Polish kielbasa? I don’t see how there can be, honestly. Anyway, get that political machinery moving, big guy. Stick it to the Man. And remember: you’re like a Terry Mcauliffe to Gen Xers still living in their parents’ basements. Use that, dude…!

Just to follow up on this post: well, Terry and I did meet for a coupla drinks this afternoon, and goddamn if it was great to see him again! He’s put on 80 lbs — and he’s convinced the Secretary of State is “that butler guy from the ‘French Prince of Bel Air’” — but other than that he’s healthy and sharp and upbeat. He’s even planning a tour this

From what I hear, Micah Wright is an idiot also.

Yup, yellow twist ties here, too. And a bottle of 60mg Zinc tablets. Like I’ll ever eat those. **** update: Ate a handful. Not bad. Tasted a bit like Jagermeister, if you must know.

Chapter 5: Troutskin and Brambles Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.      When we finally stumbled into my cabin at around three in the morning, Elizabeth asked if she could use my bathroom. We were both quite drunk.      “Down the hall and over the little footbridge to the left,” I said. “But be careful of the blackberry brambles of they’ll scratch your face all to hell.”      “Thank you,” she

Ted Rall is still an idiot.

I used to tell the story about how Mario Cuomo once complimented my mother’s kishkes. “These are great kishkes,” he said. “Fabulous. Best I’ve ever had!” But fuck him if I’ll tell that story anymore. **** More.

I used to tell the story about how Mario Cuomo once complimented my mother’s kishkes. “These are great kishkes,” he said. “Fabulous. Best I’ve ever had!” But fuck him if I’ll tell that story anymore. **** More.