The year is already wrought with disappointment and loss. You see, apparently it’s common practice in Spain to give workers, say, 47 million vacation days a year. This is only a partial lie, namely, the “millions” part. While thinking what to do with HOLY FUCK OVER TWO MONTHS OFF A YEAR, I figured I’d go […]

That’s the first written indication I’ve had that we’re no longer living in 2005, with all that implies: World Football Cup, Oscar ceremony, another birthday, etc. I might take a week off to go to Germany during the World Cup, not that I want to watch any games or anything, but a bunch of friends […]

Last post offended some sensibilities, so it’s been put on hold until the protagonist says it’s ok to republish it.

“There are situations where you must ask yourself ‘What would Prince do?’”
“We have to consider that the man wrote 1999.”
“True, he’d probably say ‘Partyin’ like it’s nine-teen-ninety-nine? That’s so fucking eighties’”
I would hereby like to nominate Chito as “Worst… Wingman… Ever!”. This is a man that, while flying escort, decided to share that we were […]