Barbara Bush died last night. I didn’t give it much thought at first, just poured a little notional Smirnoff Ice out for her, but now that I think of it, it’s like a piece of my childhood is dying too. George Bush is the first president I can consciously remember, errgo Bar is the first First Lady I can consciously remember…and Saddam, and ‘this aggression will not stand’, and all the stuff we used to love in the good ol’ 1990s. Where oh where does the time go? Now it’s 2018, and we have 50 genders, and straight white males have be replaced by pansexual gender fluid LatinXs…which if you don’t believe me, is totally a real thing according to some people.
Anyway, everyone’s losing their fuckin mind, so grab your balls, or pussy, or whatever the surgeon created when he flipped your shit inside out and checkout this morning’s Sacktap Live!
I’ll share tales of the glories of Thanksgiving’s long long ago, like my fleeting romance with a Chinese restauranteur and a band of Fillipino hookers, digging through appetizers in my parents’ basement, putting Girl Scouts in their place, and putting the kibosh on ‘Friendsgiving.’