Back when I was getting my dry cleaning down in Southie the lovely woman in the American Dry Cleaning shop would always attach a small bag to my shirts with any buttons, collar stays or cuff links that might have come off. I was never missing any collar stays, ever. That was Southie. In SF I’m getting bent over a barrel in one [...]
Feel bad for anyone riding a grey bike around England right now. Tweet
This isn’t meant to be a funny or insightful post (unless you are enamored with my daily life and then it might be, kind of). I just wanted to tell you that I went to sleep before 8 PM last night. I couldn’t make it through the second Seinfeld on TBS. I didn’t really do much yesterday either. Here is [...]
FOXSPORTS.com by Jason Whitlock- Michael Jeffrey Jordan finally found a cause he can get behind off the court: being an obstacle for any black kid dreaming of matching or exceeding Jordan’s wealth. Sellout. And I don’t throw that word around liberally. But there’s no better description for Jordan now that he has reportedly decided to be the hard-line frontman for [...]
The Humane Society of the United States (HSUS) announced this week that it had filed an SEC complaint against Smithfield Farms, the large pig producer that supplies pork for McDonald’s divisive, limited-edition McRib sandwich. The complaint, which is posted in its entirety online, alleges that the pigs’ living conditions are cruel and unusual, citing reports of pigs covered in blood [...]
Last weekend while out on the town with my lady I ran into some typical SF Marina winners per usual. They were playing pool in a packed bar (always a dick move – if it is packed give it up for a night) and basically just in my fucking way. I was getting a bit irritated because I was trying to watch [...]
Today is Pabs birthday motherfuckers and instead of giving him a lazy-ass “happy birthday” on Facebook I’ve given him an entire post on one of the most heavily-visited websites on the internet. It seems like it was April when I first met Pabs at Diggy’s shitty bar (it was April). But I knew, as he was half in the bag [...]
