I celebrate Christmas each year despite being non-religious. This mostly involves watching Die Hard on repeat and drinking copious amounts of Whiskeynog. This year, though, I'm actually going to study up on Christianity, using the most effective and distinguished tools I know: late night cartoons on TBN.
Stag Magazines were outlets for the frustrated masculinity of men returning from wartime only to find that their new foes were squeaky hinges and their most thrilling conquest was crabgrass. They needed excitement so badly that they didn't care if it was vicarious or insane. And thus entered the Stag mags: Their modus operandi was to commission an
Just pick a cover song and look up its YouTube Video: Do the comments consist solely of arguments about which is the better version, interspersed with the most hateful, vitriolic bile human beings have ever spewed at one other? If so, congratulations! You're on the right track.
You promised yourself that this time would be different. You promised that you'd rein it in: Just have a few drinks, make some small talk, and then call it a night. This here is a modest Halloween party, homey, not some twisted Revelations themed boxing-orgy. That was last night.
Look, I know it's highly unlikely that I would have ever been Batman, but I just didn't think the option would be completely off the table at this point in my life, you know? Yes, I'm poor, cowardly, out of shape, and the only thing I want to 'avenge' is that time somebody took one of my beers out of the company fridge without asking.