Better Than Most Mondays
Me. You (well...not you...reading this...someone, but that someone isn't you). Tonight. The magical Greek Theatre. Jack White. The Raconteurs.
Here's something for you (yes...you) since you (yes...you) are not going and I am.
I hope everybody saw the Kings of Leon on Saturday Night Live. That...ladies and gentlemen...is the present and future of rock and roll.
Is there anything funnier than faggy Euro golfers complaining about "behavior" after getting their asses thumped?
No, there is not. Ian Poulter? You sir, may choke on a dick.
I've been to Europe. One time, I was served fish and chips with bones in it. Did I whine like a faggy Euro golfer?
No, I did not. I chewed the bones and thanked them for allowing me to have my insides splintered.