Every year between Halloween and New Year's, I want to crawl under a rock and hide. Between the long dark days, the seemingly endless west side rain, trees laid bare, family commitments nipping at my heels, finding that perfect gift- there are days you just want to buy a ticket to Someplace Else, my favorite destination. So on that cheerful note, have at it!
The news is nothing but NFL roster shuffling, and political post orgasmic wanking. So my usual plan of lame links is even more lame.
When animals attack! Some people handle weird situations better than others, but how did you get there in the first place? Best reason not to be a jogger I've heard yet.
You can make this stuff up, but when people do it for real it's so much funnier.
Didn't Gonzo shoot chickens out of a cannon? Anybody think his chicken fetish was kinda strange?
Soup kitchen is open! Let the Second Great Depression begin!
Also: 8:20, 8:55, 9:50.