Day off

I know we've been taking days off more and more lately. But this time we have a legitimate excuse. Those who follow the KSK Fantasy/Sex Advice Mailbag know that we had a Vegas trip planned and well, we're here. We're all at the Sports Book at the Luxor as I type this. Trying to find out who the home team is for the Heat/Cavs game. Bris is cold today but the big jew also bet $100 on a 50-50 shot on roulettle three times in our first 5 hours here.

We're all up money-wise to varying degrees (We know you care). We tagged along with a local bar for the bartender's convention so really, we're considering this a business trip. We'll update you with any local bar news if we come by it. But I'm being dragged back to the Bellagio so maybe see you tomorrow.

Oh and thanks Fitzy.

Sorry for the unscheduled outage

Sorry, no posts today. I've been fairly busy and my brain is slowly turning to mush. There's stuff to write about today and I did try and squeeze some in but it was not very good and somewhat repetitive. Hopefully we'll be back stronger tomorrow. But yeah, sorry. Weird day.

-Slick

Apologies

Sorry, busy day. Not anything unexpected, but I thought I'd have more time to post anyways. As you can see, I didn't. Where are you when I need you Bris Isaak!?

We'll be back tomorrow with all your regularly scheduled Sexy Friday posts.

And yes, this is fucking hilarious.

Ok, so maybe Delta post tomorrow

Due to circumstances beyond our control...just kidding, totally in our control. Bris Isaak talked us into going to Fats to join the official Stockton Steelers fan club for tonights NFL Netwrok game. Delta audit post will go up tomorrow pending hangover.

Tiny explanation

Sorry for the complete lack of decent posts this week. Just know that evaluation week sucks when you spend most of your spare time at work reading/writing for blogs.

The shit to do post with be coming shortly, promise. (Spoiler Alert! Go see Hey Manna at the Blackwater tonight.)

No posts today, sorry

Due to various ailments and actual job workloads, we won't be posting today.

Sorry, that's just how it is sometimes. We'll be back tomorrow if we feel better/aren't swamped at work.

(Insert "you fucked up" chant here)

Sorry for my absence guys. I thought I had posted the BWDW on Friday but I guess I just saved it as a draft or something. Since the bar it was about is in the past tense now the post needs to have some tinkering done to make it relevant. It'll be up Friday, unless I fuck it up again. Which is not only possible, but probable.

Slick's back in town but it's been a pretty slow local news week. The front page of the local section (and the featured story on recordnet.com?) was a story about a motivational speaker doing his thing at St. Marys. He has no arms, no legs, and what looks like a penis for a foot. (Don't worry, I'm 99% sure I'm going to hell anyways.) It's a touching story. And by touching I mean mind-crushingly useless. (Did you know you should be yourself and not sweat high school drama? Thanks Jesus freak...err guy.) I saw through this shtick when I was 14. Can't they at least have gotten Matt Rolloff?

Oh, and Fitzy wants us to buy a boat because it was built in Stockton. Which makes sense since the city's been trying so hard to keep other historical pieces of Stockton around. Oh wait. Well, at least Stockton's got the extra scratch to throw around...oh wait. (Yes, both those columns are from the same edition of the Record, only 7 freaking pages apart. But I'm stealing Slick's thunder. I just had to point that out.)

Lastly, I put the all points bulletin out on MySpace, but if you're a local band interested in getting your music played on our coming-sooner-than-you-think podcast, shoot me an e-mail.