Fly on WallStreet

Ahh, go ahead, sigh your sighs of relief--I know you're comforted to see my name, and not another post from Ol' Bumbles Mcgee, waxing his gums raw. Don't worry internets, this blog will be cobweb-free and rid of '50s nostalgia by Sunday morning PST. Among things to look forward to, my piece, "Top 5: A patchwork; Why Old People Suck," which, as a matter of fact, won the nobel laureate in 1998.


Here's some more awesome rap to rinse free the taste of brine and cod liver oil.

And now, to celebrate my last night of summer by getting shitfaced. Here's a tip-- drink and spread my gospel--my invented drink called the "Stomach Massacre"

In this order:
1 shot of ice water
1 shot of absinthe
1 shot of jager
1 shot of lime juice.

The shots should be back-to-back-to-back-to-back, in a fluid motion, and for the love of god, don't make that face. It's a lot better than it sounds, you can be assured of that.

Jogging.