Monthly Archives: August 2010

hello me! it’s me again!

Posted on August 19, 2010 by

with so much going on in the world, it’s hard to figure out what to write about. I’m, in theory, picking up my new computer today. Also in theory, Dr. Laura is leaving her show after she repeatedly said ‘nigger’ … Continue reading →

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well, that was a scary couple hours, eh?

Posted on August 17, 2010 by

Before we get to the good stuff: PUNK ROCK TUESDAYS at Risque Cafe tonight!!!!!!! There will be cheap tacos! 3 buck fancy drafts! Punk Rock! Someone acting sketchy! Naked chicks! Shotgunning contests! The hour of Power (at 9!) and more! … Continue reading →

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And I never will forget the day we met…

Posted on August 13, 2010 by

Well, the dream is pretty much over. Just over two years ago I started this blog. I was new parent and I was just coming off being on a pretty fun tour cycle and I figured that I could write … Continue reading →

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tie them to an anchor, then we marvel when they drown

Posted on August 10, 2010 by

Okay, shithawks. Let’s get the bullshit out of the way first: PUNK ROCK tuesdays over at the Risque Cafe are gonna be happening tonight with brand new exciting specials: Not only does punk rock tuesday have the HOUR OF POWER … Continue reading →

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One week and counting…

Posted on August 9, 2010 by

Well, it’s monday. I’m home from the Nader nuptials and I’ve gotta say it was a pretty great time, BUT I’m a little disappointed that no one got super wasted and/or pulled out their cock/beaver or generally did anything too … Continue reading →

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I say old chum! is that a dirgible up there in the ether?

Posted on August 6, 2010 by

Heyo. When I was in Denver, I woke up one morning among the clouds, a full mile above sea level, to the pounding headache associated with altitude poisoning (which is a fancy way to say hangover) and decided to go … Continue reading →

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