Joe Wack

Very sorry for your loss.

Dear god, please make them stop complimenting the nominees to their face. It’s just so so so awkward for all of us.

The Substack emails in my in-box are my 21st Century pile of unread New Yorkers.

Jim Aparo was one of the absolute all-time greats.

We tried to emphasize the legacy of it all, being the offspring of Staters and such, and were met with a shrug.

He does NOT seem to have any interest at all.

There was a post going around last year that a young person supposedly wrote about why they wouldn’t mess around with Gen-X. It was bullshit and clearly written by an X-er.

These posts about regretful MAGAs are the same type of bullshit. Wishful thinking. They are, all of them, loving all of this.

Dear grocery store clerks: my plans for the evening are not your business. Do you FREQUENTLY get customers who are excited to fill you in on their next few hours?

Can’t hurt. Secret apartments are handy.

Currently eating my feelings and, can I just say: my feelings are fucking delicious.

The struggle is real, man.

I tried this word several times and was continually pissed that it was rejected.

If you’re not gargling his balls, he hates you. Like Pastor Budde, we need to speak truth to power at all times and show him we won’t be cowed into kissing his pathetic orange ass.

Trying to sell your very progressive kid on the idea of going to Boys’ State the day before the Orange Shitgibbon takes office feels disingenuous.

Daddy love froggy. Froggy love daddy? Ribbit. Ribbit.

Jimmy Fallon should not be allowed to put out a Christmas song.

“I’ve had a rough year, Dad.”

“I know, Chas.”

Goddamn wrecks me every time.

He absolutely needs to get his shit figured out.

Hey Ohio friends! Look what your absolute dipshit of a governor just did! Jesus god, I wish my birth state could un-fuck its politics.

I mean, clearly the kitchen song.

That goat was absolutely fucking ROBBED of a supporting actor nomination.

If this shit doesn’t fill you with anger, what the fuck are you even doing?

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So this is my podcast. We set up brackets of the most quintessentially 80s songs out there and have listeners vote on them. Sometimes it means that “Crush on You” by The Jets is forced into your ears over and over. But sometimes…it’s fucking awesome.

A series that breaks your heart at least once in every goddamn installment. So good.

Anyone else go into a kind of mourning phase when you realize it’s Last Week Tonight’s season finale?

So, sort of a “Dance, monkey!” kind of vibe?

Yup

I find that shit so nauseating. Can’t they play their BDSM games on their own time?

Most frequently used up front. (Also baking spices on one side and cooking herbs and spices on the other.)