Author: Old Man With Candy

The bizarre shit we call “news” never seems to stop.

They said it wouldn’t last. They said it couldn’t be done. And yet… meh, let’s burn the place down.

It’s gotta be 5 o’clock somewhere. While I investigate, you can comment.

This is the second day of our special two day weekend. And what better way to start it but snarky little links?

I’m Old Man With Candy and you’re not.

Just the links, ma’am.

Passover is over and past. But the news marches on.

Another week goes by like nothing, and here we are. Now snark away.

I’m taking over the Friday duties from Banjos while she cleans shit off the couch. Literal shit. Off. The. Couch. Me, I wear astronaut diapers.

Yeah, you guys go look for rabbit eggs, (((we’re))) drinking wine.