Let’s Get It Started
 The first sign you’re gay My grandma always tells me to eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day because it’s supposed to bring good luck. I think I’m going to take her advice this year. In the past month, my digital camera, television and ankle have all broken. Someone hand me some hot sauce and a fork. Stupidity Tax […]
Send Me An Angel
We met some new friends over the weekend. Maggiano’s had the best chicken parmesan of all-time. And Mac’s Time Out Lounge had the coldest beer. Stupidity Tax Offense: Eating someone else’s chicken parmesan when the rightful owner is passed out. Cha Ching! – $10. I don’t have much time to write today because I’m slaving over […]
Private Idaho
 Three significant things are happening this weekend on the SOB: 1. Issac is moving back to St. Louis After a year-stint in Michigan, he’s decided to move back to the Lou. That’s the good news. The bad news is he’s still a Democrat (his words; not mine). Axe not what your country can do […]
Shift Work
 M-I-C-… See you at the bar. Today’s picture is of reader, Slingen, wearing his SOB T-shirt at Disney World. That gave me an idea… create a photo page of people wearing their SOB gear. Hopefully, this will give Dani-girl, Abby, and the other girls enough incentive to send pictures of themselves wearing their extremely tight […]
Waitin’ For The Bus
 “Park the car.” The SOB drinking season traditionally runs from May through October. I’m not saying we don’t spend an occasional night during the off-season tossing down cold ones. We do. We’re just not in shape for two-a-days yet. Stupidity Tax Offense: When discussing the issue of race, saying something like, “I don’t care if you’re black, white, or […]
Boat Drinks
 There’s a time and place for everything. Well almost everything. Yesterday I was at a business luncheon in Frontenac, an upscale suburb of the Lou. Yippie-Kay-Yay… I took a seat at a table with a young, black professional woman to my left and a 60-something male college professor to my right. They were discussing cataracts when I […]
Into Your Arms
 The warmer temperatures today had the snow melting like Crowe Dog into the arms of Ryan Seacrest. Have you ever been on a diet and ate an entire sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookies before going to bed? Me neither. Stupidity Tax Offense: Saying that you hate moving your clocks forward for daylight savings because you lose […]