Ahoy-hoy!
Your correspondent is the first to admit that it can be challenging to develop and publish avant-garde mockery four or five times per week depending on the federal holiday schedule, powder days, and the itinerant laziness and disorganization of the crack journalistic and editorial staff of this thoroughly overrated e-rag.
Magic Sam and I have been going through myriad life changes in the last several weeks (mainly adult-onset puberty).
[Editor's note: The Cardigans covering Black Sabbath?? You're welcome.]
Like many other entrepreneurial ventures, pimpin’ ain’t easy and neither is racking your brain for original bloggy content on a schedule that doesn’t necessarily suit your drug induced hazes civilian life. It was therefore a welcome development when the lovely [name withheld] from [redacted] unwittingly inaugurated the Daily Dickpunch mailbag (known henceforth as The Dickbag) with the following:
“The U.S. Treasury’s ‘Economy in Charts‘: good, bad, or bunk… discuss”
FINE I WILL, gosh.
The Bowtie
alantheyoung
Can I Be Frank
drmckracken
Mlle. Bébé Gottbach, Ph.D
That Belongs In A Museum!
Johnson, Navin R.
Vincent Casablancas
XXX
McNulty
Detective Bunk Moreland
Magic Sam
zentrist
