Flush It Friday: Highlights with Weekend Dad
I’m typing this up while on a conference call! Technology, amirite?
Folks, it’s been a week. I was in one meeting literally all day yesterday, and the only breaks I’ve had today were excursions to the bathroom to, as they say in Estonia, drop trau. I’m as whipped as a sack that has been very whipped after listening to Apocalyptic Noise Syndicate. After this conference call and a training session with my doggie (she’s learning to spin!), I will drink exactly one beer then fall asleep in the backyard.
But first, some non-meeting highlights of the week.
Vladimir Poutine knocked a review of Iris outta tha pahk!
Richter lost his mind balls in a fog of Street Sects.
I got thinky with slugs, traffic crashes, and fascists.
Ben Serna-Grey exposed himself and some weird Japanese stuff to us.
Breno definitely didn’t get jelly of your success, no sir.
Justin played Edward-40-Hands with two punk records.
Leif committed some past nastification with Down Among the Dead Men.
365 gave us the DDP Diamond Cutter in the squared circle.
McNulty was born again from the grave.
That’s it for me this week, homies. Thank you for your continued patronage of this digital waste receptacle. As you enter your weekend, remember…