Oh, look! Wake Your Fat Ass Up! America is doing yet another segment about the unrealistic expectations of physical beauty propagated by the media and how they are turning our teen girls into bulemic chain-smoking…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
I'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a happy and prosperous New Year, full of personal successes and clement weather. May 2016 roll out before you all like a plush carpet down which…
I was exhausted, having spent my days off among the bangers of Waugh Lane in Ukiah and nearly getting my cap peeled by a pair of school-age junior-grade neo-Norteños who asked me who I ran…
When the zombie apocalypse arrives — and you may rest assured that it will, do not delude yourself on that score — I'm going to have some concerns. The expected ones, naturally; will my skull…
The holidays approacheth yet again as is their inexorable wont and there's nothing you can do to stop them. Can't slow ’em down, can’t skip over ’em, can't take enough pills to sleep through ’em.…
We've all suffered to some degree, have we not? We all have our share of pain and misery and loss in our stories, some to greater and others to a lesser degree. A common error…
My valet Clive and I were in our Fort Bragg offices playing backgammon and discussing economic theory when the knock came on the door. I was no match for him on either front, being down…
Most of my friends in Fort Bragg are considerably younger than me. This is not necessarily by design, except insofar as my seriously arrested development leads me to seek out others of around my own…
Thanksgiving looms like a giant mutant turkey at the outskirts of town, swinging wattles generating a cooling breeze as it casts its gimlet eye on the populace soon to become mulch under its horny yellow…