What you're doing is handing me a dog with a bloody, torn-up ass and saying, "Hey, Dan, I totally screwed the pooch. Unscrew it for me, wouldya?See? Charming. You can read the rest here.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Savage by name
I'm on holidays for most of this month so my posting is likely to be a bit stop-starty because I'm pretty sure nobody wants to read me wanking on about how lovely Montepulciano is this time of year. Instead, to say thanks for stopping by allow me to direct you towards Dan Savage's latest column, if only for this truly terrific phrase which I intend to drop into as many conversations as is humanely possible. Which, realistically, is probably zero: