When a 12 pack of Coor's Light goes above $15, you should pay attention.

That's a storm you don't want to weather.

Fat chicks get no warning before a tonsil glazing.

They have not, nor ever will earn my civility.

You best believe that.

The real Q will post on the 30th.

Jimbo and I found this poor, lost soul in SF. It broke our hearts. We didn't foresee it, but it do. We offered our spare change, a place to stay and whatnot. This guy just wouldn't bite, no matter how hard we tried. Dude taught me a kick-flip and I was sold. He was a light in this dark world. I slid in sans lube and it was almost Heaven. Jimbo faced the dude and we high fived over finger cuffs. Y'all just don't know.