Everything, i overdid everything, i’m sick of everything. Tom Waits, Party Down!, Civilization III, porn, the Pixies, every podcast. I’m a husk.

Hell YEAH. I came here for this one, late to the party though I am. This is my desert island novel (you have to have Melvyn New’s footnotes, though. The Penguin edition is fine, but the Florida edition is authoritative).  The book is hilarious, sad, smart, and a bit of a ripoff of both Don Quixote and Gargantua and…

Just recently, on my way to a sous vide conference,

What an odd, beautiful book that was...

Salt makes everything better.

Danny DeVito with a policeman sitting in his office, and the phone rings. “Hello? Who, Debbie? Nah, Debbie can’t talk right now, my dick’s in her mouth. I’ll have her call you back when I’m done.” [Hangs up phone, laughs gleefully] “I love wrong numbers!”

“Princess Michael is a K K Kunt.” - George VI

Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaaaaaaa

Wholeheartedly appreciating the Mighty Boosh reference in the title

Someone wanna tell me where the fuck Porkins is?