It’s old news now that according to some moonbat Christian doomsdayers, THIS IS THE LAST WEEK OF YOUR LIFE. Of LIFE IN GENERAL. Judgement! The world will end on Saturday the 21st. If there’s any incentive to go out and raise a ruckus of apocalyptic proportions, THIS IS IT. Not that YOU ever needed any excuses to freak out, but here’s your free pass. I’d discourage mass looting and window smashing, though: I don’t think the fuzz are hip to this…
At Their Satanic Majesties Request…
Happy Middle of the Week, My Marginalized Friends! I hope you’re good with God because a crazy ass band from Alabama who are disciples of the Prince of the Air, Satan’s Youth Ministers, are invading our town. It’s a groovy kind of evil. You’ve got two nights with them, New York…WHERE’S YOUR GOD NOW????
Monsoon Cowboys on the Lam
What’s poppin’, boppers? We’ve come to the end of a monsoon like April no worse for wear and the summer light is staring us down at the end of the tunnel. Cherish the love we have by going out on these last days before a masterful weekend to come and making havoc on the streets and in the clubs! There’s no shortage of distractions.
Winter Wanderlust
Ten Days till Christmas, Ten Degrees Outside! Quaint! If you’re smart you’ll make like a St. Bernard and carry a little barrel full of brandy or bourbon on your person to fortify you against the chill winds of the night! Inconspicuously, of course…
Just Chillin’. No, Seriously, I’m Going to Lose a Thumb to Frostbite.
Chestnuts roasting in an oil drum fire, Jack Frost mugging you for your iPhone…though it is said, many times, many ways, it’s friggin’ cold outside, baby!!!!! Feel that Krispy Kringle chill in the air as we stomp through the various winter holidays of your particular denomination. In celebration of my favorite (the PAGAN), let’s us count the ways we can wantonly occupy ourselves in pursuit of high fun and rock and roll pleasure on these short days and long dark nights over the next couple…
DO THE HUMP!
Yes, ma’am! It’s the middle of the week, and there is a lot of shit going on. Chose wisely. WEDNESDAY! As most of you know, Mick Jagger has boned a lot of people. A lot of those people were women, and four of those women didn’t get abortions, so Mick has a collection of seven, [...]
The Homecoming Queen of Krypton 2010
Great Caesar’s Ghost, did this month fly by or what? So many great shows and dance parties, a billion Virgo birthdays, a tornado or three and weather that just won’t let summer go…It’s like homecoming on Planet Krypton, just before the big boom-boom…Let’s dive headfirst and blindly into the future by stepping out into these last couple of nights of the month. The good is as plentiful as the harvest…
Season of the Itch
Happy Autumnal Equinox, Friends and Fiends! Summer is now not only formally over, but scientifically DONE. Put away them flip flops and put on them boots a-go-go. Put down that ice cone and have a warm slap in the face of apple pie. The slight chill in the air when the night falls is the promise that things are only going to get witchy from here on out. Let’s welcome it into our hearts and go go bananas…
Making Time on a School Night, Baby
What’s Up, Mutton Chops? Captain Heartlock is back from alternate Earth to bring you rockers, boppers, mind trippers and tobacco dippers theeee choice pick of the litter happenings in the middle of the week, in the night-ight-ight, when the sun goes down, when the blood moon rises and when the devil laughs like a rabies infected kangaroo at punk karaoke night (No FUCKING Journey)!
I Got Them Ole’ Ice Cream Truck Delirium Tremors Again, Mama
Ruminating on crazy JetBlue guy and this oppressive heat wave that’s got the entire planet in a camel clutch, I was thinking about what needs to happen to make this summer even more awesome/batshit loony than it’s already been: Some guy behind an ice cream truck, who just can’t take it anymore…
