hey, stuff! (falling + laughing)

I love that my mostly-rural Wisconsin county has an afternoon daily. It was founded in the 1880s and is printed 4 blocks up the street. So it’s with affection, rather than malice, that I say I’m not sure this writer gets how fast-forwarding works.

I love that my mostly-rural Wisconsin county has an afternoon daily. It was founded in the 1880s and is printed 4 blocks up the street. So it’s with affection, rather than malice, that I say I’m not sure this writer gets how fast-forwarding works.

“New York’s Hottest Vegan” (ugh) does not come across well, by any standard of reasonable human behavior, in this all-timer of high tragicomedy. That said, this one specific detail unfairly paints her a stone psychopath when it couldn’t be more clear that she was just a merry prankster and Jack Handy acolyte.

P.S. If the Coen brothers haven’t already optioned this story for a profundly-iinept-criminal farce in the noble tradition of Fargo and Raising Arizona: c’mon guys. Do I have to spoon-feed it to you?

Or stay on your couch and choke on a Bugle.

Or stay on your couch and choke on a Bugle.