Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: And So It Goes

Another year down. Good riddance. I'll be honest, there wasn't a lot of good from this year for me. I think of what was almost lost. Padre Weaselo had a heart attack back in March, as we know. He had to return to the hospital last week because his heart meds

The King is Dead, Long Live The King

Are you willing to take the Oath? Balls replies I am willing. Balls places his hand on the Kama Sutra, and the Archbishop of Pasadena administers the Oath Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Door Flies Open, your other Realms and the Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining,

Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: In the Bleak Midwinter

When the thunder rumbles, Now the age of Gold is dead. And the dreams we've clung to, trying to stay young, Have left us parched and old instead. When my courage crumbles, When I feel confused and frail, When my spirit falters, on decaying altars, And my illusions fail. I go on right then. I go on again. I go

Your Sunday Night Football Week 16 Open Thread

Somewhere in Baltimore.... The Italian grumbled. He said to himself, "What am I doing out here? This is why you have sons!" He muttered to himself but he knew deep down he had no choice. Some work you just had to do yourself. If you didn't, that would mean the tickets

Your Sunday Afternoon NFL Slate Week 16 Open Thread

Somewhere in Cancún.... The assassin grumbled. She said to herself, "What am I doing out here? This is why you have underlings!" She muttered to herself but she knew deep down she had no choice. Some work you just had to do yourself. If you didn't, that would mean someone else

Your Sunday Morning NFL Slate Week 16 Open Thread

Somewhere in Northern Ontario.... The old man grumbled. He said to himself, "What am I doing out here? This is why you have underlings!" He muttered to himself but he knew deep down he had no choice. Some work you just had to do yourself. If you didn't, that would