Because everyone hates ESPN and Fox.
This Sunday is Fathers’ Day. Our Dad has always been a little tough to shop for. He’s the sort that’s pretty well set in his ways and has everything he needs, and besides, he’s such a great dad that no mere gift can adequately express our love and gratitude. So we usually just end up […]
Don’t look now Baltimore, but it’s that time of year again. That time when our web browsers and social media feeds, not to mention our actual streets are clogged to the gills with rich suburbanites pretending to be working class city folk by wrapping themselves in cheap plastic boas and cat’s eye glasses. Yes it […]
We don’t really like folk punk. The last time we went to a folk punk show it was maybe the worst show we’ve ever been to and we ended up demanding our money back after 90 minutes of horseshit and a headliner that didn’t show up. That’s what you get with most folk punk- whiny […]
What could Mr. T’s mother, toilet training for cats, herpes, and puppet aerobics all possibly have in common? Only the fact that someone thought they were not worth watching, and so they all ended up in some thrift shop or garage sale or flea market or video-outlet bargain bin, where Joe Pickett and Nick Prueher […]