- Kids in the Denver metro area will be braving a cold Halloween night. I will refuse candy to a child if I see their parents dropping them off in a car. If these spoiled punks want sugar, they better be out in the elements with a pillowcase risking hypothermia, pneumonia and frostbite. I want these kids half frozen at my front door with teeth chattering; then and only then will I give them two mini-Reese’s Peanut Butter Sticks.
- This place is like Cheers for serial killers. Ted Bundy, one of the Hillside Stranglers and John Allen Muhammad have all spent nights at this bar sucking down cold ones.
- Jam Master Jay is no more getting gunned down at a recording studio in Queens yesterday. I will listen to Raising Hell as a tribute. Rest in Peace Jam Master; the turntables might wobble but they don’t fall down.
Labels: halloween, link goodness, mass murder, music, serial killers
Last night, in midst of an early winter storm, it took me three and a half hours to drive home from
Boulder. This drive, mind you, is normally 20 minutes. Apparently,
Boulder uses an environmentally friendly
alternative to road salt that does nothing to ice when the temperature is below a certain level. The roads out of
Boulder were like a hockey rink. During this period of time, I was a seething cauldron of anger. When I got home I wrote
this. Enjoy.
The Catholic Church may provide a consequence free environment for pedophiles
but it condemns tea bagging. I cannot believe kids get in so much trouble for this nowadays. In the locker room during my high school sporting career, tea bagging was nothing compared to guys pissing on you in the shower or sneaking up behind you and covering your face with a protective cup dripping in ball sweat.
Labels: colorado, glory days, rage, tomfoolery
I was in
Boy Scouts for a clip when I was a kid. I received a knife safety badge, a silver medal in the Pinewood Derby and went on assorted nature hikes. I have pleasant memories of my time in Boy Scouts, just as I am sure these youngsters will fondly remember the day they found a
severed head at the Scout Jamboree.
Labels: death, nostalgia
