It’s a sad week for children and fat people of Iceland because McDonalds have dumped them, hamburgling happiness from the nation by removing all of its branches from the land of Bjork. It’s just the latest humiliation for the credit-crunched country and just another thing for Alison, our half-Icelandic VBS producer, to feel ashamed about. I took her out for four McDonald’s meals to commiserate her and watched her eat them through her tears. Read more »
I’ve been thinking about sleaze and corruption lately. It’s hard not to. Out here in windy, sun-baked Victorville, underhanded swindles are about as common a sight as the as the tumbleweeds blowing around the Mojave Desert. Read more »
You’re only young enough to wear Alexandre Herchcovitch and Jeremy Scott for about five years so you might as well get fucked out of your mind, blow all your cash and make fun of the rest of us for being such pussies.
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It’s been a long time since these tubsy Mark David Chapman types could hang without putting the whole room on edge, but I get the feeling ‘09 will be the year they take back the night. (Figuratively. Figuratively.)
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