byrneunit

I rarely know what you’re talking about.

wahoo!

For your enjoyment and edification, here is one H.G. “Beans” Byrne, experiencing the unbridled enjoyment that can only come from the wahoo-er. (More information about the wahoo-er can be found by clicking the photo.)
This took place during a recent evening wherein Henry was one hundred and eight percent totally not one little bit tired, and [...]

Found:

Potato. Small, non-red. Sitting on pavement near Western Ave. Brown Line stop, Wednesday, October 18, 7:19 a.m. Answers to “Mickey.”

blind items

1. Yesterday I was walking up Jackson to the coffee shop and there was a severed bird’s ass sitting on the sidewalk. Really the entire bottom half of a bird. There was a wing a few feet away. No blood anywhere. As I’m fairly certain there are no roaming kitties downtown, and even if there [...]

news copy magnificence

I awoke this morning to hear news of Ecuador’s presidential elections, and yeah, whatever, I know there’s a lot of terrible and important stuff going on in Central and South America, and I know I’m probably a bad person for not caring more, but when I hear the words “Banana Tycoon” coming from my radio, [...]

um.

So, yeah. There’s this.
I’m starting to wonder if I’ve still got the receipt for the moving van that took us here.
Then again, I’m pretty sure somebody must’ve declared every day “Jesus Day” in the entire state of Oklahoma a long time ago, so eh. Still, though, come the fuck on, Daley. You’re part of a [...]

oh, sandwich. I can’t stay mad at you.

So I don’t guess I’ve talked in much detail the staggeringness of our move to Chicago yet. I’m pretty sure I have yet to completely process it; in talks with friends of ours who’ve moved here from Tulsa, we’ve learned it often takes nearly a year for it to sink in that when we go [...]