Reverse Ron Swanson

Love it! Had this made for Opening Day

You had me at “Luxardo.”

ESPECIALLY when that person is Patrick Fucking Reed.

Byeeee. We’ll save you a bunk in the John Mitchell suite at the federal penitentiary in Virginia.

In July 1969, my Grandpa took me onto his porch, pointed at the moon and said, “There are men up there.”

Feels nice to feel that way again. And this time, with a woman on board.

We have the will and the technology to leave the planet. Surely we can find the will and the technology to save it.

He should just hire pornstars to drive him around. Kill two birds with one stone.

March, 1983. I’m a sophomore in college. Buddy of mine calls and says he has two tickets to a concert in Pasadena. I tell him no because I’ve got two papers due and a test on Monday. And THAT is how my dumb ass missed Motown 25.

Arizona State education checks out.

The lesson, as always: Bari Weiss is the worst.

The Tell-Tale Itch.

THIS motherfucker…

You just need to work on your defense.

Personal theory: it’s god slowly choking him out.

A suicide pact?

Left in 2019. I have dual US/Italian citizenship. Moved to Ireland. We’re never moving back.

Bears are NOT moving to Indiana. I will eat a plate of PCB-laden Hammond Indiana dirt (there’s enough for everyone! Dig in!) if they do. It is now and has always been about Arlington Heights. Anything else is negotiation bullshit.

Best of luck in AA, Rafi.

I stood up and yelled, “J’Accuse, Motherfuckers!!”

Glorious.

Ha! My wife and I both yelled “J’Accuse!” at the same time when he got the penalty.

Maybe something light, like a Hemlock Spritzer.

I’ll give them this: MAGA women have absolutely shattered the glass ceiling in the soul-selling, gender-betraying, pedophile-protecting, irredeemable piece-of-shit human being department.

I’ll give them this: MAGA women have absolutely shattered the glass ceiling in the soul-selling, gender-betraying, pedophile-protecting, irredeemable piece-of-shit human being department.

Tom Dogg is dead to me.

I’m calling time of death of the advertising industry at 7:52 EST.

Just a little hoodie I whipped up for opening day.

Fuck Bezos with Dan Jenkins’ Olivetti.

Posing next to statue of ancient Maltese Knight. I have chosen well.

Presenting an entirely new genre of cinema: the Whorror film.

THIS fucking guy 🙄