Fortuitously, I managed to unload the Jeep of Doom™ at just the right time. Way back then, gasoline was selling for the unheard of price of $2.50 per gallon. Since I traded it in for an Acura RSX Type-S, the price of fuel has increased exponentially.
As background for Propeller Skies readers […]

The following video pretty much sums up why I would rather drive my Acura than ride MARTA - even if gas goes to $20.00 per gallon. Right now, Governor Perdue is considering legislation that will allow persons with concealed weapons permits to carry guns on MARTA. I think this is a fantastic idea. […]

This week, we have a very fucking special Fucktard of the Week™ feature. It all starts with the motherfucking goddamn tree hugging hippie environmentalist douchebags. Because these cocksuckers refuse to let agencies build any goddamn roads, there are no alternate routes in Atlanta. So, when the interstate is fucked, everyone is hosed. […]

Alert Propeller Skies readers will recall I fucking hate Comcast. And judging by the comments, a few other folks do too. As I was bending over and getting cornholed by Big Brother, at the last minute as usual, Comcast crapped out on me*. Not wanting to file an extension because of balky […]

I hate Atlanta.
Every year, the fucking Braves choke in the first round of the playoffs. Despite all of Bernie Marcus’ cash, and Michael Vick, the Falcons never manage winning season. Even better, the Hawks have not won a basketball game since Christopher Columbus discovered America. The Thrashers get a pass, […]

So I finally got around to reading Esquire’s best bars in America issue. And Atlanta has exactly zero of the best bars in America. I sure am glad I live in Nevada.

Thanksgiving day 2003. Smoove D is sitting in a filthy apartment [This is redundant, as Smoove’s flat is always dirty - Ed.] at a desk buried under every piece of mail he has ever received. Smoove is busy downloading internet porn before heading to an orphan dinner put on by recurring Propeller Skies […]

The second Propeller Skies True American Hero™ award goes to an alert citizen who recorded five corrupt DeKalb County pigs beating down an innocent man in front of Famous Pub. Reading between the lines of the Atlanta Urinal Constipation’s typically inept reporting, it seems that Captain O’Malley started a fight with unidentified Famous Pub […]

Recurring and alert Propeller Skies readers will recall I have no love for the Flying Biscuit. A few days ago, I discovered the Flying Biscuit was selling out to Raving Brands while flipping through the worst paper in the country. Atlanta based Prizzo Skeezy readers will recognize Raving Brands as the owner of […]

Smoove D exits Caribou and is standing across from Subway in a strip commercial center that looks exactly like every other plaza in the United States. A crackhead walks up.
“Are you into computers?”
“No.”
“Want to buy a touch screen [unintelligible]?”
“No.”
Smoove D continues on to East […]