loot.
So let’s hear it: What’s the best gift you gave, and what’s the best one you got? Uncle Crappy will weigh in later in the week, because he’s got a couple more Christmases to go.
Author: Uncle Crappy
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.
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?
