It was just a house fire, reported around 10:30 p.m. Sunday. An old place in a little tiny section of Armstrong County called Boggsville, a hamlet not big enough to make it on maps of the Pittsburgh area. The old Victorian’s residents made it out without serious injury, so the fire wasn’t remarkable enough that… Read More ashes.
“Tonight, Uncle Crappy is wearing a lively ensemble — a wrinkled shirt from Old Navy, stunning Eddie Bauer cargo pants and ravishing work boots from Target. Doesn’t he look fabulous?” I can’t wait to hear what Kojo has to say tomorrow.
What we learned at tonight’s Iron Chef Point Breeze Crabcake Cookoff: Kim and I are both pretty good at this. We’re still not quite certain, but it appears I won the battle, which will get me a growler of something from East End — Black Strap, most likely — when we get around to it.… Read More no losers.
A bit later today, I’ll find out whether my butt can cash a check my big mouth wrote a couple of months ago. I’ve already taken you through the details of how Iron Chef Point Breeze came to be; today is the big day. I have two pounds of luscious jumbo lump crab meat in… Read More chef crappy.
My buddy Father Spoon is celebrating his birthday this week, and in observation of that occasion, I’m going to tell him that he’s perhaps made a little mistake. The Most Reverend One and I don’t often disagree about beer, and I trust his judgment and expertise — gained on the Should I Drink That podcast… Read More magickal.
I’ve done this before. I’ll probably do it again. Sorry. Dueling pianos? Maybe a little cheesy But V Rock had fun. Papuga’s splitting Yinz Team’s loss; Baltimore’s gain Alert Johns Hopkins. Old vacuum is dead New bagless model is awesome Eew. Look at the grunge. Dill pickle Pringles? Actually not too bad. But: I want… Read More summary III.
Uncle Crappy 