Monday, April 9, 2012

Weekend Recap.

You can calculate how many shits I don’t give about religion by the pastrami on rye I wolfed down at Canter’s on the second night of Passover… 12 weeks ago, Ricky was living outside in the hood, getting sprayed by skunks. Saturday, his memory-foam bed arrived, officially making him the luckiest Pit Bull in the history of everything… Congratulations to my neighbors Joe and Lisa, who had a baby boy Friday night. Though I gotta ask: drugs during childbirth? Isn’t the whole point for God to punish you?... RIP Mike Wallace. Retirement homes can now return to their regularly unimpeded senior abuse.