Religion and humor with a generous sprinkling of profanity.
I hate, daresay, loathe Baby it’s Cold Outside. Say what you want, but it’s obviously about taking advantage of a woman. I don’t know how you could read the lyrics and think otherwise.… Read the rest
I used to smoke. A lot. Three packs a day of Camels. And not the “what, you wearin’ panties?” filtered cigarettes either. I smoked filterless Camels. Nothing was going to get between me and that sweet, carcinogenic flavor of Turkish tobacco.… Read the rest
Sometime in the near future I’ll be doing a semi-routine rebranding of the site. (To quote the Goth girl Raj flirted with on Big Bang Theory, “Not that anyone cares.”)
The style will most likely stay the same, but the title will change from “The Midwestern Crank” to something less… cranky.… Read the rest