peace.
Uncle Crappy and The Wife wish everyone a happy holiday. Be safe, have fun and be ready to tell me about the loot next week.
Author: Uncle Crappy
merry, um, whatever.
Merry Chris… Wait. That one’s not allowed. Happy holi… No. That one’s wrong too. Go fuck yourse… OK. Not exactly a positive reflection of the holiday spirit. Or the Christmas spirit. Or whatever. I can’t make a blanket statement about the conservatives who are trying to reinsert Christmas to the forefront of our collective consciousness… Read More merry, um, whatever.
countdown.
Sorry. I’ve been working, shopping, eating, mailing, drinking, driving, mailing, drinking, baking (yes…), watching, decorating, shopping, drinking, working, eating, wrapping and shopping. Whew. I need a beer.
rich.
Imagine three junior-high aged boys — all of the extremely white, suburban variety — locked in one of their bedrooms, conspiratorially huddled around … a record player. We — Uncle Crappy, Juan and Carolina Boy — had come across a copy of Richard Pryor’s Wanted. None of us were certain that our mothers would approve,… Read More rich.
god’s team.
Via our friend Kristi, an excellent sign. Anyone want to argue about who God will be cheering for in the Fiesta Bowl?
advil? please?
The skiing was very nice today, especially in the morning, when we had an actual Pennsylvania powder day. A great time. And then I skied for several more hours. And now, I hurt. And I even stretched. Some. Jesus, it’s like I was almost 40 or something…
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