Everyone has a story about some learning impaired person they knew growing up.
My friend Mike knew a special kid that everyone called ’360 Steve’ who would take three steps and then have to stop and make one full rotation. Another buddy, Dave, went to school with a lad that would burst into chants of “Friday! Friday! Swimming Day! Friday!” regardless of what day it actually was, and apparently when Friday did roll around it was all too much for him and he would weep inconsolably.
In my neighborhood there was a guy called Brad who could accurately recall the news headlines, sporting results and weather report from any given day of any given year dating back to when he was five. However, if his shoes became untied- he was screwed.
Yes, we all remember a certain special someone from our childhood who wasn’t playing with a full deck. And what joy they brought us by being a couple of sandwiches short of the picnic! If only there was something you could give them to show your appreciation, some small token that says: “Hey fruitcake. Thanks for the laughs”
Wait! What about this cap with a pocket at the front! Perfect! I might get one for me too… Cap-Sac. It’s ‘A fannypack for your head!’
(Seriously, I’m getting one of these. They’re awesome.)
We’ve mentioned a few times now how much we utterly despise that dull white blob of plastic called ‘The Kindle’.
What a dreadful invention.
Imagine how happy we were this morning when we saw our friends at PSFK angrily jumping up and down on one, thereby validating our absolute contempt for the ruthless little fuckers. Don’t let the man fool you into thinking it’s easier to keep all the books you ever read on a portable electronic tablet. Big mistake.
Who gives a rats-ass if newspapers disappear without a trace? Not us. It seems criminal to waste paper on them at this stage.
But leave books out of it, you filthy bastards.
Got some good quaility, A-grade HATE burbling away today. I plan to use it… on the weather.
How about some fucking sunshine? What is this? Seattle? Then why aren’t I dressed like Mark Arm? God I miss Grunge.
Seriously the weather is beyond a joke now. Nearly half way through June and the it’s miserable. But enough about that.
Let’s watch a video.
Classic scene from The Year Punk Broke.
Almost forgot your weekly ‘Foxy Almost a Centenarian‘!!
Ginger Rogers. Phoar!
