Jersey
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Thursday, June 30, 2011
The Nipple That Ruined All of Human Achievement and the Mocked All Accomplishments of the Species
And there it is.
Monday, June 27, 2011Sons and Daughters of the Devolution: Children of the Porsche
See the Children of the Porsche.
See them spread their vile seed across this foul landscape.
Be warned, fellow travelers. Stock up on water, HoHos, cheap alcohol and pellet guns. For the Devolution is coming. And there is no hope.
Thursday, June 23, 2011Tony Has Abs
Angie is touching them.
The walls have lights on them.
Ikea sold a couch.
Lets move on.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011Goldilocks and the Three Bores
Aesop just bitch slapped an arthritic Nun and cursed the Godless darkness of existential crisis.
Monday, March 7, 2011What Happens in Palisades Park Stays in Palisades Park
Even Angie’s had enough of overdeveloped abs + groin shave reveal.
That’s gotta count for something.
Well, that and a token’ll get you to the West Village on the Path Train. Which, lets face it, is where Tommy’d rather be anyway.
Friday, February 18, 2011Aqua Poodha
Stripey aqua shades and “Fleur de Lis” shoulder pads may please Pierce Patchet at the Night Owl Diner, but it remains a stage-3 violation of clubwankchoadery
Rocker horns Darla should not have taken her younger sister to be humped by such an atrocity. The road to Bleeth has begun.
Friday, January 21, 2011Paulie and Angie Discuss Proust
Paulie feels that Marcel Proust’s fractured subjectivity is noted precisely by its lack of moral certainty, and it is here that Proust locates his critique of the alienation of modernity.
Angie disagrees, arguing that Proust’s fractured and emotive narrative style was simply a byproduct of the emerging episodic newspaper publishing cycles of the period, and it is in Proust’s critique of language itself that Proust critiques the realm of the psychoanalytic.
Who will win this debate?
Thursday, October 21, 2010Kal Armstrong Buys a Ten Pound Watch
Kal Armstrong, long lost brother of Veg Armstrong, has only one thing to say to the ladies.
Six pound watches are for pussies.
