Kiss Me, I Look Irish

After two whole seconds of deliberation, my peeps have decided to avoid the manic drunken gropefest of the Chicago bar scene tonight and go to see a friend's show at Uncommon Ground instead. Things that will not be consumed tonight include: green beer, Irish whiskey, and beef, corned or otherwise.

What I will not be wearing.

Signs of the Apocalypse
Oh my lord. G. Dub did something I actually agree with?! What the?
Oh, wait, now there's the prezzie I know and loathe.


Selfish fucking wildlife, hogging all the good oil.


Beat it, chump.

Older, Wiser, Hotter
Happy Birthday, Mom!

Dad: Damn, y'all, my woman be fiiiiine.

Happy Birthday, Vince!

The Original Hot Married Boyfriend (left) croons a love song to the redhead who got away.