Only three of us but somehow we made it through. Thank you.
Bring your own lampshade. We’re trying. Thanks.
Let’s fuckin do this. Thanks.
It’s what we deserve. Sorry for my dog chewing on a nylabone throughout the middle of this. Happy Birthday Slak. Thank you.
It’s that time. Thank you.
Tea leaves about T-Bag to cure the shpilkes. Thank you.
Jesus fuck it is uncomfortable here. Thank you.
I am sorry for the profanity laced Fatwa I declared on the White Sox. But not really. Thank you.
The most important tradition in Chicago sports came to fruition. The Beloved are in pads. And Cubs Corner. Kinda.
KORCH. And other summer downtime musings. Thank you for your continued patronage.
