Fuck. I wake up to rolling thunder, which means the East Atlanta beer festival may be less than pleasant. I turn on the computer and compulsively refresh the weather every five seconds. Looks like this might be a go after all.
Running late. Of course the Downtown Congester is packed […]

Recurring Propeller Skies characters should not be surprised that I am opposed to illegal immigrants, because illegal immigrants cost me money. Long time readers also know I am lazy. Enjoy Jack’s commentary on illegal immigrants.

Saturday afternoon, I ventured OTP to the special circle of hell known as the Central Perimeter to participate in a beer festival with recurring Propeller Skies characters Lisa, Lori, Jim, and Mark. Low and highlights of the Dunwoody Beer Festival included:

Mullets galore;
Shirtless white trash;
A distinct lack of hotties that were not my […]

I found this sweet bumper sticker in my ghetto fabulous apartment complex parking lot Sunday afternoon.

Because most bumper stickers are either stupid, a cliche, or both, the Bumper Sticker of the Week™ will not be a particularly regular feature.

Progressive made me return the Hyundai Sonata, because Nalley Collision could not be bothered to repair my Acura TL on time. The body shop rented me a Nissan Sentra to drive while they sat around jacking off instead of fixing my whip. Although diminutive and ugly (like all Nissans manufactured after 1999), the […]