Since we’re getting paid for our dick joke slingery, I thought I’d join the Maj and Ufford in coming out from the shelter of complete anonymity. So, yeah, it kind of sucks out here. Anyway, I’m this guy and I work for this dying medium. I excel at writing about racist shoes and lost dogs. Isn’t that special?
The above picture (at least the part not obscured by the fucking photog’s thumb) was taken of the day of Super Bowl XL. It was about 6 hours to kick off and I was in fine fettle. In others words, totally fucking hammered. At least the parrot wasn’t making obscene gestures at me.