Wednesday, September 14, 2016


Throughout the summer I hear folks say "work up a sweat". But I say "work out a sweat". Nothing compares to the salty wet release of physical exertion. Sweat drips: primal, powerful, strength, resolve; these are the body's tears, glistening man-drops. Sweat accompanies me, flowing streams of purpose through race walk and pickle balling. The full body ejaculation, sweat. That's right, work it out, work it all out. Sweat on and enjoy.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Cinco De Mayo has sanko de gone-o, and with it, the "celebraccion" de all things Mexicano. We should take this day, Siete de Mayo as an unlikely day to celebrate those small, fiesty, brown people who bring colorful language, weird music, and roll-up-your-sleeves hard work ethics into our great city everyday. We may have no idea what the hell you are saying, but I think I speak for everyone when I say we love ya'll... er ustedes!

Monday, April 30, 2012

Southern Fried Chicken

I love the south, and I love southern food, so I pose this ponderance for you. Which establishment serves up the most delicious southern friend chicken, KFC, Church's, Bojangle's, or Popeye's? I find this to be among the most contemplative questions of late. Church's has those biscuits with the sweet and salty combination that make my tounge dance and salivate, while KFC has the peppery original recipe flavor that is second to none, Bojangles makes my butthole scream out in exquisite fiery pain, but damn those fries are delectable. And Popeye's, well Popeye's kind of sucks really.

Time for dinner ya'll, Bojangles is calling my name!