August 23rd, 2005

I don’t know exactly how that works, but for those of you who don’t have children yet, remember this formula: PUTTING IT IN YOUR WIFE + TIME = YOU AT SOME RANDOM KID’S PARTY. The Sneeze - Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.  

Jesus, the thought of sitting in RFK Stadium, gettin’ my Sixties on with forty thousand people I loathe, squinting at a bug-sized little Mick Jagger doing that tired rooster-on-acid crap while all around me completely sober 50-year-old attorneys on comped tickets from the fuckin’ American Bankers Association go “woo!” and raise the devil-horns — nah. Not for the Jingster. By Neddie Jingo!  

I don’t think she often sees white girls at Lola’s Mexican Grocery asking for whole pig heads. 101 Cookbooks