Also I got me weed taken away from me at fucking Bonaroo. Going into main concert area you have to open bag for security. I was too stoned to remember to hide it so I open my bag and it’s sitting there like an exhibit at a museum. My cousin strolled in with a spliff behind his ear, dudes in parking lot selling crack…

Out with my friends, smoking up, and my favorite left of the dial radio show comes on (roots reggae deep cuts, natch). I call up my mom and ask her to toss a cassette into my boombox and hit record, completely forgetting that is where I hid the bag of weed my friend had given me earlier in the day.

Butler had previously gotten into fights with Tommy Mayfair and Johnny Lo-Fi.

My girlfriend was singing “If I Were A Rich Man” around the house the other day and I distractedly asked her, “What play is that from, ‘Schindler on the Roof?”

Before I even read the article I thought, “it has to be Staten Island.”

Hmmm...I don’t think Lourde is “recognized-by-a-taxi-driver” famous. As others mentioned she has a pretty ordinary look. However I’m sure the driver has heard ‘Royals’ in their cab at least a thousand times.

Men’s summer fashion is the worst and it’s impossible to not look like a 10 year old boy no matter how old you are. I truly envy woman and their sundresses and yoga pants and curse our societies gender norms in the warm months.

“...the 25-year-old proved that teammates aren’t necessary to celebrate a strong home run.”

Fun story involving today’s themes of mixing and puking.