Hey, USNS Comfort. Whatcha doing? “Fuck your face, you facefucking son of a bitch. I hope a badger crawls up your asshole, and eats and fucks its way out.” So…things have not improved? “No.” Have they gotten worse? “So much.” Putin? “Putin.” What’s he up to? “My pharmacy has been converted into a production facility … Continue reading Up Against The Wall Of Sound, Motherfucker