I have pizza dough in the fridge undergoing autolyse. I have a bottle of red standing up and a bottle of white chilling. Spud, 10b0t, and I have various other distractions as well. Prime declined to come down, saying, "You guys go have your cute little bromance day,...
Everything is better with monke. Including Links.
Sorry to be a bit maudlin this morning, but there are certain days which just do it to me. This is one of them. As much entertainment that my dating adventures have been, as much as my body count has expanded (my coping mechanism), and as delighted as I am to be...
I’m fucking exhausted. Too old for this shit. But not too old to do Links!
I’ve become a kapo in the service of profit. Well, fuck it, here’s Links.
We may still be living out of boxes, but we’re not living IN them. So we got that goin’ for us. Which is nice. Oh, and Links.
We may be way out in the rurals, but we’re still Linkin’.
I’m a rural New Yorker now, which is rural AND New Yorker. So I drink my Genesee beer with my pinkie in the air while I put together… Links.
After two weeks absence, I return with… Links. New location, but same lame jokes.
SP is on her way back. Now it’s time for me to frantically hide the accidentally deceased hookers, used condoms, credit card receipts, and empty glassine envelopes. Oh and do Links.
Is our ordeal buying a house and moving over yet? Hah! But Links still go on.
Yee-haw! We’s gonna have us some Links!
They’re not quite legit, but they ARE Links.
I just love alliteration. And Links, of course.
I am trying, dear Lord, I am, to maintain a positive attitude. Links do not help.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. And Links.
The Right of Return manifests with (((me))) doing morning Links again.
The worst thing about three day weekends is that just as you’re getting into it, it’s over. Links, however, never rest.
Wherein we celebrate unyoking ourselves from a King with arbitrary power. But unfortunately… well, here’s some Links with the results.
We have entered monsoon season here, the time of year when it’s not a dry heat. Here’s some Links calculated to give you the dry heaves.
Look, it’s 111 degrees out. The Germans are dancing because they don’t even need to fire up the ovens. This gives me a chance to get Links posted.
It’s down to 107 here. Almost like it’s a desert. But we are rich and verdant in Links.
Look, I just got back from Spud’s, my wife has gone off to New York for the next two weeks, and I haven’t had any sleep. And you expect coherence? Be grateful it’s just Links.
I’m just amazed that I’ve stayed sober enough to do Links. It’s a miracle! (Narrator: He didn’t.)
I’m amidst the Famous Potatoes and white supremacists of Idaho. Nonetheless, high carb Links await.