Some of us are wondering why the indefatigable Jon Rappaport’s WordPress blog was suddenly snipped. Kaput. Gone. No explanation, nothing. And when we, his loyal fans, went to check in, we were greeted with a butt-ugly BSOD-like page and a … Continue reading
The creative flow, well you know comes in spurts; and yet you can bet that some dark chocolate when added, it sure never hurts. So thus many words some absurd you can glean from those of us birds who abstain … Continue reading
Are things pretty bad? Oh, yeah, you can bet. . . but you haven’t been loaded in one of these yet; So life sucks? Aw, shucks – hey, it could be worse, but you’re not out of luck ’til you … Continue reading
By now, fair readers, you should know that we here @ Don’t Laugh It’s Paid For Farm don’t give a flyin’ sh** about football. And that goes double for the pompous N-friggin’ F L. To that end, we also take … Continue reading
Here’s an authentic Tag Sale sign. Oh, how it enthralls. . . USED balls? I whine.
OKAY, we’ll PLAY maybe sign up today. . . With dread we remember that so brief November, it’s fumbling foibles and fuss; yea, a sign-up attempt had so left us unkempt that we shriveled, aghast, at the fuss. But across … Continue reading