After Dennis Franchione’s prior performances in Aggieland, I am shocked that Texas A&M has managed to win the first four games of the season. Granted, logos of these teams show up next to “cupcake” in the dictionary, but Mr. Franchione has the dubious distinction of losing to Baylor, and almost losing to Baylor, so […]

Saturday, recurring Propeller Skies character Hunter and I drove to Fatburger for lunch. Fatburger is smoove as hell.
the shake
Fatburger shakes are fucking premium. They taste delicious because the shakes are made with real motherfucking ice cream. Calorie counters need not worry, as effort expended sucking the thick shake down burns […]

For the final stop on the Excursion d’Atlanta Est, recurring Propeller Skies characters Hunter, The Photographer, and I dropped in to the Graveyard Tavern for a few beers. Alert Prizzo Skeezy readers may recall I was less than impressed with the food at the Graveyard Tavern the last time I stopped in. However, […]

Alert Propeller Skies readers know I spend ass loads of time at The Earl. Usually in the back room listening to the super sounds of the Atlanta indie scene. On occasion, usually when a friend is in town, I like to hang out in the front room at the bar.
After eating […]

Normally, tree hugging hippies anger me. I do agree with them on some things, like free love, but non-stop peace, love, and happiness makes me want to rip the heads off live kittens, microwave cute puppies, and take a gas powered weed whacker to fields of picturesque flowers.
The people at Buckeye Brewing […]

The Mexican restaurant in East Atlanta* angered me when it opened by significantly reducing free parking spaces proximate to East Atlanta Village. Despite recommendations from friends and internet acquaintances, I refused to try the Mexican restaurant because of my anger.
Last Friday, Hunter, recurring Propeller Skies character The Photographer, and I went to […]

Even though a win is a win, the Texas A&M Aggies looked positively awful against the Army Black Knights and Dennis Franchione was out coached yet again. As per usual in the Dennis Franchione era, the missing in action Aggie (lack of) defense almost lost the game. Mr. Franchione made the best call […]

Because of the overwhelming response to Pimp My Grilled Cheese: Goat Cheese Edition, I added some bling to my grilled cheese again. Enjoy the following recipe for a grilled cheese sandwich with bleu cheese:

Whole grain bread, two slices of;
American cheese*, two slices of;
Bleu cheese crumbles, lots of;
Butter**, four slices of; and
Fresh […]

The Magic 8 Ball® fucking owns. I was half asleep on the couch about to skip the East Atlanta Strut, because Dip N Steam were only scheduled to play for twenty minutes. However, I asked the Magic 8 Ball® if I should go and it responded, “outlook good.” So I got off […]

Like the seventh Baller of the Week™, this week’s hustler is a baller on a budget. He bought the cheapest Benz and then spent plenty of chedder on ugly fucking rims to appear more successful than he really is. Behold the power of cheese: