I’m not even kidding with this one. Here’s the first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning…

yaaaaaawn. who's life am i gonna fuck up today?

Television Shows That Would Be Infinitely More Interesting If Just One Word In The Title Was Recplaced With “Fingerblast”

8 simple rules for dating my teenage daughter
Rescue Me
Hell’s Kitchen
Family Feud
Bones
Flavor of Love
Who Wants To Be  A Millionaire
Judge Joe Brown

Feel free to add you own in the comments fingerblast section!

Wow. Almost two months and no updates. Nary a podcast, article or video. The “Snow” article seems to be blowing up, as apparently the guy got shot. Don’t ask me, I honestly don’t know.

But onto the big questions: where in the world are Kevin and Mogan?

fuck if i know

Well the answer has been staring you in the face all along. All one needs to do to track us down is flip through this month’s issue of Nightspots!

nothing more manly than cowboys....right?

Therein you’ll get all the hip goings on in the Windy City…

All the hip gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered goings on. Yup.

hi mom, if you're reading this

So if you flip around and find yourself on page 14,  you’ll find out just where we’ve been hiding.And more to the point, you’ll find out what we’ve been hiding from (hint: it’s the fear of our own repressed sexuality and gender identity).

hi mogan's mom, if you're reading this

So that pretty much answers that.

Summer vacation is over! We’ll be back soon with new articles, podcasts and a few suprises!

Hey ya’ll. In honor of of founding fathers, K-Bone and myself (Mo-Dawg) got together and decided to celebrate this amazing land by kicking back on the King of Beers and discussing the topics that our proud, proud Nation faces, right fucking now. Things like Iran Dagger dancing, Perez Hilton, Real American Heroes and Michael Jackson’s cold, dead corpse. So crack open a couple of American Ales and gather round and K-Bo and I spin a few chest hair growin yarns on the latest Garbage Day podcast right here.

I know things have been quiet around these parts for a while, and I feel that I owe our readership an explanation.

See, the whole idea behind Garbage Day was born out of crippling unemployment, insurmountable heartbreak and sinking into the depths of depression I never knew existed. I had all those things heaped upon me all at once, and I started writing here as an outlet. I took all the bad things in my life and used them as fodder. Most importantly, I wanted to write things for me- things that would make me laugh when I needed it most.

But now, the clouds have parted. I’m smiling more, the sun is out and the weight of life has been considerably lighter.  That said, I feel it would be a sham  and against the spirit of this blog to continue it….

Nah, I’m just fucking with you.

Wipe That Stupid Fucking Smile Off Your Face!

asshole

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Not too long ago, I was back in the great state of North Carolina. As is par for the course with me, I got pie-eyed drunk every single night. After one espeicially awesome night, I took it upon myself to play “wizard staff.”

The following video is the result: