As the author of the moniker, a hyphen in “Bobby Two-Strokes,” please.

I’ll thank you to refer to that man by his proper name of “Handjob Bob” or “Bobby Two Strokes” in the future please.

I hope people voting get confused when they don’t see Donald Rtump on the ballot and write that in.

You have your browser set to “Creamy Mode,” the opposite of “Dark Mode.”

Wait, is that Father Terry from Boston?

I just can’t understand it at all.  Are they in such a rabid frenzy that they can’t proofread a one sentence email? Do they have thirty thousand more of these idiotic screeds to send out by lunch?

VOTE RTUMP2020

I once again got through the entire post without seeing my father’s name or email address. It’s only a matter of time, though.

you liberal. ass hole trump

You’re a fucking cunt to run your mouth about a legend. Fuck you bitch. You’re nothing without someone to talk about. Come see me.

I Never Had My Butt Fingered: A Cautionary Tale.

The NFL and it broadcast partners would like to remind our viewers that September is Prostate Cancer awareness month. Don’t forget the importance of getting an annual exam. 

I’m mean, we’re talking about practice.  Practice.  Not even a game.  Practice.

Jim Boone is a despicable piece of shit. Sorry, I can’t think of a joke.

But what about bongo-boy?

From the law firm of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe...

I still sometimes recreate the old Sunday morning lineup of my local NPR station from the archives available for each show. Prairie Home Companion followed by Car Talk at 11, and This American Life at noon. Those three together still sound like weekends as a kid to me.

Why do people still spread the lie that urbanites can have electric vehicles. There is no place to charge your stupid electric car or 550 pound motorcycle if you live in the city. Suburbanites are who are buying electric vehicles outside of fleets. 

Yes, I am a largem’n