Fill-in Morning Links

Fill-in Morning Links

Good morning my friends, you'll notice that I'm neither Sloopy nor Banjos... and yet, the links must go on. Before we get to them, I'd like to thank everyone who donated. A classier officer of a classier site would have taken the time to drop you a note, but... well,...

Begging for Squirrel Chow

Begging for Squirrel Chow

Greetings from your friendly Glibertarians Foundation treasurer. Its that time of the year where we come to you po' faced, and shamefully admit we blew most of the money you entrusted us with to keep this website operating over the last year. Most of it. Some we just...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.

Thursday Afternoon Links

Sorry about yesterday folks. SP has graciously allowed me live and even let me get away (this time) with a viewing of her rusty tin can lid collection. It looks like the picture, but with a lot more tetanus and jagged edges.