Saturday, December 10, 2011
Unfettered capitalist hedonism, or, wherein I refuse to use consumption because that should be reserved for an illness associated with the poor, the destitute, and the siblings of famous composers
50% off -- oh, just clothing. I'll take my drinking problem elsewhere.
March of the penguin.
Your weekly HOB update, six weeks late.
These aren't a few of my favorite things.
Not even Chunk would take candy from this stranger.
The reason for the season.
What a coincidence, I too feel sparkly.
The preferred tool of black magicians everywhere.
I'd like to state, for the record, that the Duchess's penchant for grade school humor, not mine, was the impetus for this selection. I remain classy as ever.
Expiration dates? Where we're going we don't need expiration dates.
Colossal Dick aviators not included.
I AM THE GOD OF GAMBLER AND I BRING YOU
March of the penguins.
How does one test for this? See if he or she shits on a hippie?
They don't sell PBR at the stadium. Sorry.
Train kept a-rollin'.
Do not pass go, do not collect more than $200 from the slush fund.
A Clevelandia snowman is sadder than your typical snowman.
Future Space Casino or strip joint? You decide.
Nourishment starts with tender human resources.
The Neighbor of the Beast.
Clevelandia in a capsule.