Don’t fuck with Ms. Jones.

I’m sick again. And while I should be in Vegas right now getting ready for a live painting exhibit right now, I’m posted up in bed sweating it out. And we know what happens when I have too much time on my hands…

Ohio Rep. Marcy Kaptur breaks it DOWN. Not just once, but TWICE.

I want […]

Flipping the horns. 
It’s over.
Flipping the horns is the new ‘inverted commas’ of drunken hand signals. It’s lost any of the meaning it used to carry when people actually feared the Devil (Capital ‘D’) or rock music or youthful rebellion and has become a hackneyed cliché suitable for any photo-moment - Barbecue at your Brother-in-Law’s? Horns. Baby […]