I imagine this is what my great uncle (fought in WWII) will say to me when I see him at my sister’s wedding on Sunday
After I executed a rather impressive tomahawk phone slam this morning, @jasonrmena shared this gem with me
Article excerpt presented without commentary of the day
“I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.”
Via: Timothy McSweeny, courtesy of Bridget Clancy
Full article HERE
Best response to our Craigslist roommate post (that was subsequently flagged and removed for being inappropriate) of the day
“Let me give you a quick run down of myself. I’m 45 and have been the current resident pedophile at my local McDonald’s ball pit for coming up on five years.”
Not sure how Jack Kerouac would feel about it, but a damn fine idea and a pretty entertaining read