No matter what the problem, Ron is always to the rescue like a superhero-cum-debt-negotiator-for-a-magazine come to life. He is all the courage a fretful teen needs to tell his dad he’s sorry for smoking marijuana. And that’s exactly what our problem is today. Keep reading for the resolution to this age-old dilemma.
Posts Tagged ‘Ron’
Hey Ron! - My Dad found my weed
Hey Ron! - My dad’s a bigoted tool
UH to the OH. This week Ron tackles the one issue that’s usually off-limits unless your father is an insufferable loudmouth who can’t be told he’s wrong. That’s right, we’re talking about politics, specifically the kind that makes people march up and down the streets of DC because they don’t want poor sick people to get well. Keep reading for the TRUTH.
Hey, Ron is gone!
Ron is gone! No, not that one, the other Ron. Ron the cat. You know Ron. Ron the indie rock cat. You know the one, the guy who’s always rolling with Pete Doherty and doing photo shoots with emerging electro stars in NME. No? Jesus, if a guy doesn’t molest the Elephant Man’s corpse in a billion dollar Wendy house you guys just don’t pay any attention, do you? Well climb out of your own arse, because Ron has gone missing, and the appeal for his safe return has even hit the telly.
