It was on this trip to the liquor store that I saw the towering display of limited edition Zima. I let out an audible “HA!,” having no idea that it had been resurrected from the dead. “It tastes like zhit!” the clerk bellows over at me from across the store.Read More
HOW YOU GONNA DO SOME KIND OF MUSIC RELATED THING ON THE INTERNET WITHOUT THINKING OF YA BOY?
LIKE, MY DUDES, HOW YOU GONNA GET INTO SOMETHING ABOUT MUSIC AND NOSTALIGIA AND EMOTIONAL CONNECTIONS WITHOUT THINKING, OH, HEY MAYBE KEVIN WANTS TO GET IN ON THIS?Read More
Recently, I learned that JNCO actually stood for something—Judge None, Choose One—which seems pretty dramatic and heavy handed for a company that makes ridiculously oversized and marginally expensive pairs of jeans.Read More
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d like there to be at least some meaning or story behind the thing that I am more than likely paying quite a bit of money for, that is being permanently etched into my skin. I suppose this is how people end up with tribal designs or barbed wire on their biceps, or portraits of a naked woman riding a flaming bonerRead More
I get it, but I don’t get it. When, and how, is that kind of a call made? What was it that was the breaking point—too much of a liability to continue to house? Too vicious with a staff member? Or was her health actually that compromised—was her disposition and her continually rigid body a sign of a larger problem that hadn’t been addressed?Read More