Mom’s Drunk. Dad’s Cryin’ (2011)
Saint Patrick’s Day shoulda been named “Opposite Day.”
Merry Christmas!
Hope you don’t get tinsel lung from working in the Yule mines.
The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Needs An Official Holiday
You know, the Fourth of July just ain’t cutting it anymore. It’s getting so you can’t even buy boxes of explosives by the side of the road on your way home from South Of The Border from a guy named Mitch who wears an eyepatch, collects Nazi memorabilia, and is missing three fingers on his left hand anymore. The country’s going to hell, I’m telling you. Sparklers are for finishing school picnics. We need something with a whiff of petard on it. We may have to go international at this point.
Great Balls of Fire! I’ve found it. No, really; it’s called Great Balls of Fire – Bolas de Fuego.
Save your pennies for a trip to El Salvador next August 31st. According to this magnificent Flickr set by Rodolfo Villeda, it has other attractions as well.
It’s The Fourth Of July. I Demand A Marching Band
OK Go solves the problem of John Phillip Sousa kicking the bucket eighty years ago. With ghillie suits.