So let’s pretend that Africa is a continent of lily white people—does family size in Africa contribute to some of the continent’s unique social, economic, and demographic challenges?

Looks like stone to me.

Well, the OP said “Utah”, not “SLC”, as in: Buffalo has as much to offer as five National Parks &c., which . . . no. No, it does not.

It’s probably the fucking idiots that I take way too seriously.

Either you’ve never been to Utah, you’re a fucking idiot, or both.

“We will follow the will of our employees whatever it may be,”

Put your dick in a bun and eat that.

Maybe read Pynchon and listen to William Onyeabor?

Good to know for when guests are in town, but it’s lost on me . . .

Newtown it is. Good sleuthing!

Yes, that’s the one! Now I’m getting excited—hope they have a good whiskey selection . . .

I’m not big into wine. Give me a Bota box and I’m good. The liquor store I have in mind is the one on US1 near the Whole Foods (or maybe Bed Bath and Beyond) in Princeton. Is that one any good?

Probably! I just moved to the Philly burbs from KY. Great beer selection here, but the rules re: alcohol suck ass. For some reason the ACME in my neighborhood just started selling beer and wine, so that’s a bit of an improvement, but still . . .

Yeah, golf beer is good. The sun and forestiness takes the edge off. Kinda makes you feel like Robin Hood or some shit, like getting drunk in a thin wood is how life is meant to be lived . . .

I’ve had it for a while, just thought of Gerald when I saw the blog post . . .

Randy Archer—66, single, disabled Vietnam vet—usually stood about six inches from the sink whenever he did the dishes, otherwise a big patch of soapy kickback would form around the navel region of his shirt and make him feel self-conscious if he went out in public immediately afterward—so self-conscious, in fact,…

How can something be in an empty box?

Need to fire this kohl-eyed lush out of a cannon . . . into the sun.

Yeah, I think most notably on display on the (Smog) album Supper. “Truth Serum” is one of the most darkly comical songs that has ever been written, in my opinion.

Ah yes, from Dongs of Sevotion, one of the finer-named albums of our time.