Readership numbers are way up over the last two months so i figure i better get the content flowing. Gotta keep up those numbers! Anyway, if Ohio is the fulcrum of this whole political shooting match, why not hang out here for a couple weeks and see if i can't assert my own brand of justice on the system. And by that, i mean ensuring as many people as possible are too drunk or sexually confused to make a rational decision at that key moment.
no, but seriously, i'm a slave to corporate america.
the result: I didn't even have a chance to provide my own insights into my weekend in Mad-town, WI.
Yes, pins were offed, Z'eds were thwarted and philosophy philosohized... But there was also me waking up on a stranger's (well, okay, friend of friend's) couch for the second weekend in a row, dozens of hours driving the mid-west highways, my new fascination with folk music and Target Women!
(love it? taste the pain!)
Later Chesto and I flexed it madcore. It looked like this
Then the zombies came and it looked like this
Then we were all like this
They say life is strange, but compared to what?
1 comment:
current tv = bliss.
"this hoop skirt makes my balls sweaty!" = exactly the comic relief needed at five in da mo'nin on a hazy wednesday.
look at you with yer fancy readership numbers.
fancy.
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