Happy New Year to Crassers everywhere! Continue reading
The last weekdays of 2017. If only the year had actually been this beautiful. Continue reading
It’s that time of year when we gather around the tree with loved ones and celebrate the birth of baby Jesus (or crass consumerism). Then one week later those with still working livers and those who are too young to know any better get drunk, make out with a stranger and try to forget all the shit that happened in the previous year. However, there is one little piece of business to take care of before both the alcohol and inevitable vomit begin to flow freely. We must nominate the single worst human being not named Donald John Trump (note this means Jr. is eligible) for the year of 2017. Continue reading
Have you been naughty or nice? Continue reading
Almost there.
May your Airing of Grievances be cathartic. Continue reading
You have 7 days until the Christmas robots come for you. Continue reading
Whatcha doing? Continue reading
Let’s do this! Continue reading
As a recent transplant to Nevada (and that’s Nev-AAH-da, rhyming with the A in “cat”; Nevadans are very touchy about this), there are a few cultural differences that have struck me as a native to the East coast. People are … nice? And polite, usually? It’s been a tough adjustment. One thing that particularly stuck out is how many personalized license plates there are. I saw my first couple, chuckled or rolled my eyes, and continued on. Then I saw more. And more. And more. Nevadans apparently love to show their ~*~pErSoNaLiTy~*~ via their VANITYPL8s. And it’s not just the numbers themselves. Continue reading