/Scene begins in a press conference room in Miami. The media are already seated when a dopey looking guy walks up to the podium. Dopey guy begins to speak in a deep, but hoarse voice: Hello everyone, welcome to today's press conference of September 7th, 2020. As you know, we have
#feverdream
Lesser Footy – Now MOAR Than EVAR
Yes, the action is a bit NFL Pre-season-y. But you remember Augusts, back in the pre-zombie apocalypse times? Fucking A right you watched the shit out of your favourite side's 4th and 5th stringers. Because to not have sportsball on the teevee box? Fundamentally un-American. Even more so than having a fascist
“Foof” – A DJ Taj Grim Airy Tale.
Cabin Fever – Canadian edition
HOST: Welcome everyone, to an other edition of “Quarantining Today.” I’m your host, [name redacted], and we’re checking in with some of our favoUrite DFO contributors to see how they’re coping with the societal changes that the novel coronavirus pandemic has brought into their lives. With me today are BC Dick,
Crisis Response
The M -- Henderson -- 8:44 PM Seated in a private dining room, higher and more exclusive than any of the host resort's 390 rooms, the heads of America's most influential entertainment corporations finish a meal as rich -- and still unfulfilling -- as their cloud-obstructed north-looking view of The Strip.
A Confidence is Lost
banner image via {Exterior, Coach Mike Zimmer's ranch in Northern Kentucky} [Door Flies Open] Coach Zimmer: "Hey everybody, I'm home!" Maria: "Hi Coach! Welcome home!" Beansie: "EEEEEKK!" CZ: "Man, it's good to be home but I tell ya, I wouldn't mind being in Miami right now doing some game prep." Maria: "You know Coach. You had a
Dok Zymm – International Woman of Mystery – Chapter 1
Your “Who Is He Dares Enter These My Woods?” Monday Evening Open Thread
Instant Hippo Thoughts – Week 16, 2019 Season
Your humble scribe had many pill-induced hallucinations, this 22 December, the Year of Our Lord 2019. I will shake my brain around and describe same below. [Closed Captioning for the Hard of Hippo provided by the Church of the Immaculate Suzy, Rev. Mayhem presiding] Of course, in this Bananacakes of All Years,
The Real Puppy Dance: New Orleans Saints at the Bye
MOST GLORIOUS EL BEISBOL CARDINALS (and some NFL thing) Open Thread
That's right, kids- Uncle Scotchy is...indisposed for the evening. Some people just can't hold their chloroform. WHICH MEANS that Ol' Reverend Mayhem is driving the train tonight, and he's all hopped up on the Halloween candy Dr. Mrs. Mayhem bought and tried to stash away. CAN'T HIDE THE REESE'S FROM ME,
Go Home, Fate, You’re Drunk: 2019 Detroit Lions at the Bye
[INTERIOR, STAGE WITH CLOSED CURTAIN. From offstage, muffled and slurred shouts are heard, mostly inaudible but include variations on "Not goin' outthere!" and "You an whose army, cock-knocker?"] [Eventually, REVEREND MAYHEM is shoved through the curtain and stumbles into frame, one hand clutching a bottle of brown liquid labeled "JJ Fozz