With resiliency and dedication to their cause of continuing to be major a-holes whenever they open their pie holes, the lawn jockey and mole have
Baby It’s Cold…Inside
As the mentally disordered prepare for life in the hereafter in one of the delightfully tortuous Circle’s of Hell by continuing to lay to waste
Sunday Baroque
“I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it.” (Letter to
Greasy Palms
As constant as the tides rolling in and rolling out, one can also count on perpetual shit originating from government arseholes and psychofucks to
Saturday Jazz
One of the reasons I believe in jazz is that the oneness of man can come through the rhythm of your heart. It’s the same
Who Is That…Behind That Face Diaper?
The river of stupidity needs to be replenished daily and thank the gods of imbeciles and dunces they provide an endless supply of morons
Dispatches from the Asylum 