For the killers, on behalf of Stéphane Charbonnier, Jean Cabut, Georges Wolinski and Bernard Verlhac.
Category: Assholes
Cruising for burgers
Here’s a Whopper of a tax dodge: Burger King stands to save as much as $1.2 billion in taxes over the next few years by moving its headquarters from the Land of the Free to the Great White North.
Take off, eh! Sounds like it’s time to start getting my grease fix at Hoser Burger. It’s day eight of Zappadan 2014.
A world of secret hungers
In “honor” of the re-emergence of Darth Cheney and his meat puppet from the Death Star, in order to make the case for American Exceptionalism In Torture, we present FZ performing “Brown Shoes Don’t Make It,” live from Munich, just in time for day five of Zappadan 2014.
Round up the usual suspects
Do they do Black Friday in Kazakhstan? ‘Cause a bunch of dudes should really be out shopping for new jobs.
Bloody hell
This is either my impression of Ebola sweeping the nation or a quick iPhone shot through the windshield while zooming past Santa Fe on the latest 12-hour U-turn from Duke City to Bibleburg and back.
The Old Home Place® still stands, and I had a chance to chat with several of our former neighbors while trying to see how much stuff I could cram into a Subaru Forester without actually causing its rims to bottom out on the driveway.
This took my mind off what blithering eejits we’ve become over this Ebola business. Seems you don’t actually have to have the disease to shit yourself over it.
Tell you what, though. I get sick in Texas, I’d rather see a barber than a Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital sawbones.
