To the driver of the white Chevy Silverado, Arizona license number “GIT7DUN”:

You know who you are, you arrogant jerk with the silhouette of the naked woman on your mud-flaps and a TapouT decal next to your confederate flag window sticker, who happens to enjoy...

Ever notice how it’s called “swine flu” until someone you know contracts it, then it becomes “H1N1”? I’m guilty of it. For the past few weeks, every time someone I knew coughed, sneezed, or so much as muttered “I don’t feel good”, I was “that guy”- the one who had to blurt out “SWINE FLU!”. Then, late last week, I found out my four-month-old cousin who lives in...

Today’s beef has little to do with meat. Today, I take issue with HERB-ivores.

You know who I’m talking about, those friendly neighborhood stoners masquerading around your local college campus as “political activists”. In what I can see only as a concerted effort to dispel the notion that marijuana is a distraction from schoolwork, these signature-seeking “activists” ha...

            Today’s beef is in regards to the masculinity-affirming, thrill-providing, boob-attracting, and death-inducing boy-toy known and loved by those who ride them as the Crotch-Rocket. Actually, my beef is more with those who ride them than the actual machine, but since without the bike, those douches are similar to other breeds of “bro”, we must knock the bikes as well...