Well, we have a Super Bowl on the horizon. It’s going to be as exciting as watching any episode of Emily in Paris. One on side you have the Chiefs. Fuck them. Am I bitter over the Ravens loss? Damn straight. Do I loathe Travis “I Get Pegged by Ms. Swift”
Author: jjfozz
Emily in Paris, Fozz is Dead
A Good Walk Completely Spoiled
A Year of Fury, Anger, and Chaos (Subbing for Hippo Who Is Also Angry)
Defending the Witch (NOTE: Not my mother-in-law)
Fozz at the Movies
Fozz At The Movies
A Fiesta of Dirty Vermin: A Guide to Super Bowl Party Attendees
New Year’s Eve. Saint Patrick’s Day. Super Bowl. What do all of these three events have in common? They are fucking amateur hours. The people who don’t normally drink; or think they’re Irish; or know squat about football, attend these events in order to be part of something. They are vapid beings who all need
Fozz In Charge of America
A Frozen House of Horrors
It’s Snowing in Hell
Maryland sucks for many reasons. First, there’s the decline of Baltimore into the world’s largest shooting gallery. The taxes are flat out murder. And the weather is a fucking joke. The weather in Maryland is more erratic than Margot Kidder gobbling diet pills, chasing them with Everclear, and downing a bottle
Fozz’s New Years Resolution List
New Year’s is bullshit. The only thing worse is New Year’s Eve. It is amateur hour, with every dunce who doesn’t drink all year long suddenly thinking they’re Dean Martin. As a professional drinker, it’s frustrating to watch people fail miserably at what you consider to be your life’s work. Oddly enough,