Unintelligibly he whispers, "Hrmm raffin' robble gorm." And you fall in love all over again.

John Belucci.

Gang, I don't want to get into why, but I got down a Christopher Lambert rabbit hole and found some erotica I wanted to share.

Double Trouble (1992)

Do not feel like making or eating grilled stuffed peppers. #lethimchill

Telling my wife I love her with the sincerity of a somber Ted Allen who has to deliver the news that you've been chopped.

The bread of the turkey sandwich I ate right after my wife walked out:

Wanted to shout out The Brood as a mother's day classic, but the accompanying image is a major spoiler, so here's Oliver Reed, who was apparently an absolute drunkard when not on set.

On a Japanese lager kick rn.

As long as I die a good husband, I'm ok. Life well lived.

Keep feeling like someone's gonna stab me soon. Walking downtown yesterday with my peepers peeled.

I fully support ballmaxxing. May all who tread perish. Weed em out!

The thing I remember my mom telling me the most is that I'm not fat and the other kids are just jealous.

Torn between laying in bed all day or running an errand and being social. I guess that's two errands.

Was looking at old photos and noticed in this one you've got me, my baby sister and my grandma just out of frame burning a cigarette to the filter while she holds her. What a time!

Listening to this. music.youtube.com/playlist?lis...

Happy Mother's Day, you mothers...

A peacock named Judy Plume.

Ryan "baby goose"? Fucking ridiculous.

If ryan gosling could be like five years younger than me rather than the exact same age, that would help me out a lot, thank you!

A forest supreme! Tree tops of green! Is where I've landed - Parachuting And impaled my spleen.

If he suspects anything, it'll be knives out!

If I don't get this avocado stain out of my jeans, my sushi guy is gonna think it's someone else's Wasabi!

Thought I got I high and suddenly had perfect pitch, but it turns out I just got lucky!

Of any producer, I probably listen to Steve Albini the most, although mostly unwittingly through the years. It was a while before I paid attention to that kind of stuff and even longer before I connected the dots.

Saw a 60+er at the grocery wearing a Clutch tshirt. Hell yeah, brother.

Fuck it. Drink beer about it.

Sometimes you're Jane Goodall, sometimes you're the chimp.

Where are all the Mose Allison heads on Bluesky?

Hate the phrase "pissing contest".

Logging off cause y'all too high brow.

Everyday is a chili cook off in this house.

This guy John Casey does these great hour long radio shows that are on Mixcloud, if you're tired of the algorithm pressing play on the same old shit (I know I am). Anyways. All genres. Listening to this jazz centric one rn. www.mixcloud.com/johncasey104...

I love me some feel good investigative journalism.

Morning so far is woke up irritable so I took my coffee and a joint out to the garage to play piano and listen to jazz records and now I'm not sweating a damn thing.

Skull Shape Saturday. Let's see em!

Pleated Pant Paradise

That joint burned a hole in my throat.

SELF IMMOLATION STATIONS

#GranLife at 45.

Deleting all my posts this morning because I stopped believing in myself last night.

Think I'll explore the Olympia bus system today. It's free!

Where are we with "Hummus Black"? Forget who was working on that zesty summer tonic.

Accidentally did something Tejas style.