Is the Jalop truck hate reserved only for full-sized trucks, or does it also extend to mid-sized trucks? I’m not even trying to be shitty; it’s just genuine curiosity.

If you told me “Flaming Semen Explosion at the Bull Fuck Factory” was an At the Drive-In track, I’d not question you for one moment.

Once, while delivering furniture to a college apartment building, I watched a chick put her little dog outside her door, let the dog shit right there on the hallway hardwood floor, and, then bring the dog back in. All like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

One of the reasons I sorta like Notre Dame is because of how their students reacted to the klan organizing a rally in South Bend in 1924.

God Almighty...

Hell, I live in South Carolina, and even my city has begun to place restrictions on drive-through joints. I can definitely see them going away eventually. 

SHIPWRECK, NO!

It sucks. I went for my first time last Friday, and it was a huge waste of time and money. I'd always heard the service is terrible, and that was proven true. Drinks were under-poured and overpriced. The selection of games was underwhelming and ridiculously expensive. For my money, I'd rather find a dive bar with a…

I think his problems with his fans, of which have been for nearly three decades, tend to be so obnoxiously over the top about their fandom. You know this as well as I do, right? 

Was that in between sips of Coke? 

Agreed. And, as you likely know, that’s basically the premise of Idiocracy.

Hopefully this can find it’s way out of the grays, because it’s pretty damn sad.

Punk has been my preferred genre for decades at this point (I even have the requisite Black Flag tattoo), and I’ve always felt like the Misfits are a band I should like and/or appreciate. But man, I just can’t. Glenn Danzig is just the worst. He’s such a self-serious asshole, and everything in which he’s ever been a…

My uncle owned a single-wide trailer in bumfuck SC, which he rented out to random meth-heads and other assorted fuckups. Well, he evicted one of his shitbag tenants and tasked my then-14-year-old brother with cleaning out the trailer.

In my 6th grade music class we were given an assignment to write an essay on our favorite music composer. Probably 99% of my classmates wrote about Beethoven or Bach or Mozart or Chopin. I wrote about Mike Patton.

I had a girlfriend who was into the whole “babe” thing. That’s never been my cup of tea, though, so gradually, over a few months, I was able to transform “babe” into “Bob,” and the GF went along with the change. And then Bob turned into Bobby turned into Robert turned into Roberto... It was still a weird thing,…

Right, that’s how it goes in my neck of the woods as well, at least with FedEx. Except here, Amazon, UPS, and USPS are all pretty great and nearly rock-solid reliable. FedEx never gets shit right, though, and, the one time in recent memory in which they did deliver on time, I caught on my doorbell camera the delivery…

I’ve always viewed it as more akin to a high altitude hike than to actual climbing, but I’ve never tried mountaineering, so what do I know. I can say this, though: I’ve climbed 5-10 sport routes with at least two guys who have supposedly summited Everest, and neither one could finish the route under their own power.

True. One night, after eating ungodly amounts of speed and staying awake for ~100 hours straight, I kept thinking my hand was a cat sitting on the table next to me (in my peripheral view).

It’s been like this for years. And it’s not even about adrenaline junkies, but about middle-aged rich dudes who can afford to pay all the fees and all the porters to carry all their shit to the top. And then, these super-serious “mountaineers” like nothing more than to look down their noses at all the broke-ass…