Good Moleman. Extra! Extra! Be Sharps sing on rooftop! Hey, this is mostly about Ross Perot and the last two chapters are are excerpts from the Oliver North trial! It’s Friday, September 25th,… Continue reading
It’s always cloudy when I drive to the laundromat. The scene is always the same. I sit in my car with the window down, elbow hanging out with the quiet desperation of being… Continue reading
For the last 20 years, or for as long as I’ve been a wrestling fan, if you were to ask me who my favorite tag team was, I’d only be able to give… Continue reading
13 was a magical age. I could officially watch and listen to whatever I wanted, the Dreamcast was churning out AAA titles left & right, The Rock was WWF champion and life was… Continue reading
Alright, guys. It was a good year and you trued really hard–eh, who am I kidding? The competition was lukewarm, yet you still limped into the playoffs and let me down when it… Continue reading
Sibling competition is a natural thing. When two people are raised together, it’s very common for the two to compete for the parents affection and praise. The rivalry can be heated and feelings… Continue reading
Good Moleman. No, actually, a woman is more like a beer. First you have the skin, then the sweet sweet innards. It’s Saturday, September 19, The Year After Two Thousand and Nineteen. The… Continue reading
Good Moleman. I saved your life! That egg sandwich contains sodium benzoate. That’s bad! It’s Friday, August 28th, Two Zero Twenty. The weather in Brooklyn is 86° & Pantone 14-4317 and somewhere, somebody… Continue reading
Good Moleman. We have nothing in common. Look at these records: Jim Nabors, Glen Campbell, The Doodletown Pipers. Now look at her records: Starland Vocal Band? They suck! It’s Friday, August 21, Twenty… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Bart, what other paradoxes affect our lives? Well, you’re damned if you do, you’re damned if you don’t. Mmhmm. Well…that’s very good for a first try. You know what? I have… Continue reading
