Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
It's a thing. Seriously. And it's a thing I dicuss in today's Alien Side Boob.
You are receiving this email because you are a bro who needs yoga in his life. Or you know a bro who needs some yoga in his life. And all bros do, so that is why you received this email.
I've been looking at my sales figures and my schedule for the year and have decided to tweak the order in which I work on this year's titles. I'm deep into The Cruel Stars at the moment and will kick on with that for another five or six weeks.
There's nothing tough about refusing to evacuate in the face of a cyclone.
If you survive the winds and roaring storm surge you were just lucky, not resilient.
From today's ASB:
I've never jumped into a crocodile-infested river to impress a girl called Sophie, but I did once drunkenly fall on and eat a huntsman spider to impress a girl whose name I've long since forgotten. I think she's a doctor now.
Commas FTW! And Oxford commas for the bonus point:
“Who gives a fuck about the Oxford Comma?” Vampire Weekend asked on their eponymous first album. The hard-working truck drivers of the Oakhurst Dairy company in the great state of Maine, that"s who. A dispute with their bosses over whether they should be paid overtime came down to the lack of an Oxford comma in the state"s law regulating who gets paid a little bit more for working extra hours.