Shitposting in the Time of Corona

Sad But True

Metallica has hurt me...

An Introduction to Awful Sounds and Shitty Jokes, or Why I Love The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance

Say It Ain’t So

Uh oh... IT'S COWBOY HAT HIP HOPPIN' WEEZER

Popeye’s Chicken Sandwich

I LIKE SANDWICHES TOO

“English Butter Melon”

Some people like bad movies. I like bad drinks.

Introducing the Bad Copy Running Club

I owe it to myself and the people I love to be a little bit better than I was yesterday, and so do you.

The Offspring – Days Go By

Go home Dad, you’re drunk.

Blink-182 – Neighborhoods

To me they were a cookie cutter pop punk band that got a shot at the brass cock ring.

On Grieving

Presence

Ground Control to Major Tom Delonge – Chapter 7: Homecoming

“I can’t live, I can’t breathe...”

Thoughts on What Dogs Are Thinking

Do you have dogs on the brain? Good news, it's probably true the other way around, too!

Heartache, Hospitals, Hangovers, & Happiness

In that order

Ground Control to Major Tom Delonge – Chapter 6: Blue Man Regroup

“Whoa... who are the blue dudes?”

Re-Up the Pets!

Y'all wanna talk doggos?

Ground Control to Major Tom Delonge – Chapter 5.2: First Contact

"We made it dude! Aliens DO exist!"

On the Road with Giant Peach: Chapter 3

"It’s inevitable to have bad moods, but the key is letting them go as quickly as you can."

Ground Control to Major Tom Delonge – Chapter 5: First Contact

"THIS IS BIGGER THAN YOU AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO DIE FOR IT!

Western Settings & Kevin Do the West Coast: Chapter 5

~ Sacramento ~

Western Settings & Kevin Do the West Coast: Chapter 4

~Seattle~

Western Settings & Kevin Do the West Coast: Chapter 3

~ Portland ~

Western Settings & Kevin Do the West Coast: Chapter 2

~ San Francisco ~

Western Settings & Kevin Do the West Coast: Chapter 1

~ Oakland ~

On the Road with Giant Peach: Chapter 2

"Have to love living."

On the Road with Giant Peach: Chapter 1

"Experiencing reality is experiencing one’s reality."

Ground Control to Major Tom Delonge – Chapter 4: El Scorpion

It was clear to me that a guy called El Scorpion from Colombia sounded less like some hero who rescues exotic animals and more like a guy who turns leaves into cocaine.