Look What My Asshole Wife Got Me For Christmas!
December 26th, 2008
A LEXUS WITH A FUCKING RED BOW ON IT! JUST LIKE I DEMANDED! GOD I LOVE HER !!!!!

A LEXUS WITH A FUCKING RED BOW ON IT! JUST LIKE I DEMANDED! GOD I LOVE HER !!!!!
GET THIS OFF MY TV

After the longest, hardest spacewalk, there’s nothing quite like getting some greasy repairs done on your gummed-up joint. Am I right, space-fellas?!
Back in my hometown of the ATL for awhile, last night I took in the Atlanta Hawks’ righteous thumping of the Cleveland Cavaliers and Lebron “King” James. Midway through the game, I came up with the perfect heckle for all the red-staters in the crowd to yell at Lebron:
“NO KING BUT JESUS!!!!”

Burger King James —^
Yet despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get a chant going. And here I thought this city was Christ-centered.

Jesus wept.
Cubist Popeye reminded me of this sign I once saw posted outside a Popeyes restaurant in Brooklyn:

Officially licensed NBA promotion or just good life advice? You make the call!
Fabulous little Dwight, the sixth Real Housewife of Atlanta, pontificating over a pedicure:
“Who was this wonderful person that was giving a fashion show with no fashions? How dreadful.”

The deuce is loose!
Ingredients:
Me
A bottle of Sangiovese
Online poker
Mood lighting
Neil Young’s After the Gold Rush
Stir and serve!
I am such a gay old fart. And yes, by that I mean a fart that came out of an old gay guy.
