If bouncing Trump isn’t reason enough for you I don’t know what the fuck to tell ya. The ship is sinking and on fire and there are sharks. Focus.

I’m surprised you made it out of the grays, fuckboi. I can picture you now, angry little punk-ass all red-faced in mommy’s basement, stains all over your jeans, hammering away on your little keyboard. BTW, if you do decide to kill yourself, I hear inert gas asphyxiation is the way to go. I know, I know: “You first.”…

Failure to Rise Again, AGAIN Month

Times are not quite so desperate yet that we need turn to the G man. If a mellow listen is required, I’d recommend three classics from John Coltrane: “Ballads”, “Duke Ellington and John Coltrane”, and “John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman”. Be well everybody.

I think most of my fellow Italian-Americans would find calling someone “Fredo” hilarious. Another fave of mine is the admonishment (not from the movie, but still): “Less Sonny. More Michael.” I.e., chill the fuck out.

My personal fave is “peckerwood”. 

Now that you’ve hit it big you can up your whiskey game. I mean, (shudder), Jack Daniels? ;}

Thou hast slain me.