The Best of February
In case for some reason you missed any of the brilliant articles we wrote during the most depressing month of the year, here they are:
The personal diary I kept while attempting to survive the epic Snowpocalypse of 2011. Spoiler alert, I died and all posts published since have been authored by my ghost.
Ever wonder what it’s like to eat some mushrooms and wade through several feet of snow in what seems like an abandoned town? Yeah that sounds like it has all the makings for a bad trip…and a GREAT ARTICLE!!!!
Where exactly do those protesters get all those flags? How monitoring the sales of certain items at craft stores can accurately predict any revolution.
This article made some guy want to throw boiling hot water in my face…remind me not to let any strangers cook me pasta for awhile.
Domino Cortez blames being out of shape on old age. What kind of pussy can’t single-handedly push his car out of an icy parking spot?
How a confession app on the iPhone will one day document and even predict all of your sins! It’s the future of Catholic guilt!
Because he has more money than me and you, he IS a better person
That’d be Valentine’s Day…although depending on the disease they often feel the same.
The greatest piece of 19th Century hate mail I have ever read, and I even modernized it for you.
A song with the right message still won’t reach a new audience if it’s basically the soundtrack to a glittery boyfest.
Our two articles getting all political and stuff about Wisconsin…also we have riot envy
Kyle Hanes and his guest author Nick Gerhardt break down the possible GOP presidential candidates by comparing them to “Alice in Wonderland” characters…which character chokes hookers again?
Why are Vagina Monologues cast parties not that fun? Because they just remind you that as a man, you can’t talk about your penis whenever you want to, at least not in an artistic way.
Does watching the Disney Channel and Nickelodeon everyday qualify me to be an undercover officer stinging perverts online? Yes, yes it does.
Two chilling and 100% true accounts about our experiences with the Vatican Assassins Lenny Dykstra and Charlie Sheen. This is some groundbreaking, revealing stuff…like for realz.
Is a hobo still a hobo if he writes about it? Nope, he’s Charles Bukowski