Raconteur.
Banning Halloween Treats @ The Office.
I mean, I’ve got The Resting Pr!ck Face for it. So, Why Not?
He’s A Halloweenie Meanie.
I’ve Been Called Substantially Worse. Indicted Just The Once. Plea Bargained It Down To Being A Fool. So, My Records Clean. Continue reading “It’s Not So Bad …”
And, Tuesday’s Valiant Plans Went Straight To Crap …
Check out the doppio Mañana, Mañana for an essential refresher
Before reading – Skipping-To-Like – any further.
I Know, Right? Continue reading “Slim, Slick & Shady”
I Feel Weird …
Not Twitchy Weird. Just Regular Weird. Because I’m Probably Weird.
Like Last Night. For Instance …
“When We Were Bromancing It Up.”
Is Coming Our Way …
How it’s going to be, Amici.
“We’re Doing Happy On A Monday.”
… Smiling, Shiny People Laying Down The Feel Good All Day. Continue reading “Get Your Happy On”
I Figured Wouldn’t It Be Sweet-As-Pickled-Prunes …
If All Y’all Got A Sneak Peak
Into The Cool Stuff I’ve lined up for next week.
… Seven Decadent Days In The Mostly Fabulous Life of Mick. Continue reading “Mañana, Mañana”
Beep. Beep.
Not Talking About You. But, Her, That Ewe. You’re No Sweet Innocent Lil’ Lamb.
“When Diva Terrorista Meets Too Much Time On Those Manicured Claws.”
Spewing Bitter. All Over The Barn Yard. The Web is your Evil Pasture. Continue reading “The Lululemon Posse”
Is Going On … Question? Statement!
Exasperated. Emphatic. Emotion.
Cussin’ is a Lazy-Tongued Habit – Leaving The Mouth – When Something More Dignified Can Be Said.
Swearing in any language. Necessary on Occasion. When I’m Feeling Continental. Continue reading “Che Cazzo?”
Every Last One Of The Greedy Bastards?
“The Avaricious Whoring Of Holiday Retail Merchandising Has Leapt Way-Out-Of-Season And Out-Of-Bounds.”
Christmas Lights strung over Jack O’Lanterns! Blasphemous.
So, What’s It Going To Be: Trick or Treat – or – Seasons Greetings? Continue reading “The Bane Of Holiday Jumpers”
Please.
Someone.
Mercy.
… Get This Lovely Song Out Of My Melon. Continue reading ““Have You Ever Been Mellow?””
The Century Club. Made It. Cento, Cool.
Does WordPress give out anything – Gift Cards, Coupons, Purple Ribbons, Swag, Yadacetera – to commemorate One-Hundred Posts? Continue reading “My Pretty Mess”
Go Ahead, I Don’t Mind – Getting Wet – On Purpose.
Blame It On The Rain? Oh, Cliché. Porquoi? Continue reading “Rain On My Parade”
As I Am …
Conflicted. Impermanent. Soul-Searching. Continue reading “Plight Of The Hypo-Christian Ego”
Stop. Back Up. To The Beginning …
Okay, we didn’t actually get in to the bar. Not on the first couple of attempts. That would’ve been way too easy. Of course, My Brethren don’t Do Easy easily.
Epic Fails also isn’t our thing. And, No is never an option. Such was the elevated conundrum in imminent need of a viable solution. Then again, collectively-speaking, we had 3 Undeniably “Jealous Much?” Essential Things Going For Us: Continue reading “The 7 Or Was It 9 Of Us?”
I Feel Like … Feeling Like It …
Heads Up, Beautiful World:
“Love’s Coming All The Way Back Atcha!”
… And, Besides, I Can Use The Practice.
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An excerpt from ‘Rampart Red‘ – Copyright © 2015 by Michael A. Kuch
After The Last Day Of High School …
Milo and Percy sat shoulder to shoulder stooped like pigeons on the front porch steps of the Como’s bungalow watching Donny and Sam in the driveway.
“No freakin’ way,” Donny said, sucking on an orange popsicle. “Not a chance, my man.”
“What’s the problem?” Sam asked. “It’s got plenty of room.”
Sam was rinsing the hood of his mom’s 1964 Rambler American convertible. Rampart Red. Continue reading “Frank’s Trifecta”
Going Down Old Dominion Way … Shenandoah Valley … Blue Ridge Mountains …
A Night In Staunton. Through Charlottesville – Wa-Hoo-Wa! – If you know, what I mean … On to Richmond and the Festivities.
“Celebrating 140 Years of Brotherhood on a Long, Long, Long Weekend.”
… Consequens Umquam, Deessens Numquam …
