The curse of 275. A stroll home from the new Santa Clarita Harley Davidson. WeHo Barneys plot twist. Ruined mother's day, because of other's delay.  The Bureau That Has An Office In Downtown LA Solely Committed To Making My Life A Living Hell strikes again. The Wrath Of Man, man.

Medical professionals in Los Angeles care about you about as much restaurant servers. Mask assery, and iHop vs Barneys. (A tale of two restaurants) Without Remorse (there was lots of remorse) and a Sasquatch documentary on Hulu. Tom Jones on Marc Maron, and the fuckery of the new Apple IOS. Conservative broads on dating apps wont talk to you, either. 

We didn't kill Deebo! Pasadena? More like no-ass-a-dena. This is the end(oscopy). The hardest you ever laughed. (Yes, I was that out of material for this week)

The Battle Of The Blood Test. Commando. I worked on a Sunday and it felt good, which is a weird thing to say. Don Johnson. Your dad's Playboys. TV Show fails - Silicon Valley, Veep, and The Americans. 

Special 42nd Birthday edition, from Studio B. (Had to work late, this is as close to a party as I get) The Early Bird (not so) Special, and Urinal Cake Scented car scent. Rocha's Comedy Extravaganza on Friday night. Is Chipotle Fast Food? Why are women in LA on dating apps so abjectly terrified to meet you in person? Antoine Fuqua  and Will Smith stink. Nobody, the Bob Odenkirk movie. Rough birthday morning. 

Down with the sickness! Erika Eleniak. Friday night on the boulevard. The Courier. Gold's Gym, Venice CA. The Fail-con And The Winter Soldier. 

Montana work excursion. Adventures in Purple Haze BANG. The Boys (the Amazon TV show, I feel l should explicitly clarify this)

More "because COVID" and society slowly unraveling, mostly through the prism of bad customer service. Two stand up shows, and the...results of them. 

Corrections. The deed to Studio A. It's easier to get a concealed carry permit than a haircut in Los Angeles, at this point. Don't sell girl scout cookies for your kids. I suffered through hours and years of algebra and complicated math, and I never used it. It was a massive waste of time and frustration. 

Allen. Cans. Mystery Illness. (Hopefully terminal, for your sake) Asian hair stinks. My spotter ghosted me. More like Coming To America BOO. Walking out of movies. Grandpa tells you about a TV show from 1983, for probably way too long.