Androgynous Literary Club. Bowie and the Scissor Sisters are headlining their festival.

He got tired of keeping his gum on his finger so he left.

Strangely, he couldn't translate his Donkey Kong skills into any success at Logger.

Galaga eats quarters and shits Donkey Kong.

Look, he just wants bigger bread. That's Exhibit A.

Dallas grew dull once Debbie was done.

and if it was warm he wouldn't have worn much more.

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Looking at the picture I think to myself, "How much more gray could these guys go?" and the answer is none… none more gray.

Sex Farm FTW!

Well, you know what they say… you can't argue with a shotgun.

"Exorbitant security fees"??? Did they add them up wrong on their Willards?

Interesting column. I believe I will add this book to the growing "things to read" pile on my nightstand. Thanks for the head's up.

But how will he maintain his relevance as a pitchman for tough-actin' Tinactin?

It's truly unfortunate that it's come to this. If only the nebbish look had taken off as hoped, there'd be none of this finger pointing. But honestly, who could've predicted the failure of this classic retro-jew style?

I like
The first Gram Parsons column better than this one.

Is that the movie with Sharon Stone and one of the Baldwin progeny?

Wasn't Jon Cryer…
…the go to guy when Anthony Michael Hall wasn't available?

Spearmint and fluoride.

Rent Chatterbox.