Coping With Loss in La Jolla

(somewhere on a sunny beach in La Jolla, Callifornia) Brad: Brah! Good waves out there today. Jackson: Totally, brah. And my gal K8 [ed. note--literally spelled that way] packed me a whole box of fresh fish tacos. Brad: Rad! With the guac? Jackson: Yup. And I made some of that mango salsa. Brad: Sweet. So, did you go to the game

Local Beat Reporter Bud Winston’s Special Injury Report

Dateline: September 23rd, 2015 Greetings, loyal Winstonians! Long time readers know that for years, I've been telling my learned readership that Week 2 in the NFL is often a singular moment of specialized disaster, and this year was no exception! Up was down, wrong was right, and even the Raiders won

BOLTMAN’S 2015 CHARGERS GUARANTEE

(Pictured above: a child's conception of Boltman) [Ed. Note--for best results, open the links in a new tab as you read and close them after about 10 - 20 seconds; this will provide the full experience of having songs emanate from various foam parts of Boltman's costume] FINALLY, BOLTMAN can see the END

NSA Telephone Transcript #68U127IP93

[brief ringing sound, then a phone picking up] OSZ: [brief sound of a phone being fumbled then dropped; faintly] Ah, what the fuck… Drunk Uncle Roy: ZERO! ARE YA THERE MY BOY? OSZ: [sound of a cat meowing loudly] Gimme that… hullo? DUR: ZERRROOOOO! WE’RE UN! DEE! FEET! ED! OSZ: Oh no. Is that you

Mad MaKSK: A Furious DFOde

[Photoshops and writing help from Mike Wallace And Gromit]   (A hot summer sun is rising over the wasteland, and while the misery of life after the end remains, something is in the air--today is different, and feeling this shift, a brainless beast emerges from its cave) THE BEN: HAAARF! THE BEN HAVE