It’s the type of challenge that occurs when mooks are stoned out of their asses with rampant munchies, talking about “I bet I can eat more than you” or “I once ate 69 hot-dogs, true story guy”. Yeah, we’ve all witnessed this go down, but 99% of the time it’s just a bunch of outlandish, …Read More

Hooo-ly. This month got a mook exhausted as a motherfucker. I bet many of you are heavily medicated right now, ten spliffs deep and you feel that cold running up on you, slowly but surely. I feel you, my mooks. I’m out here, chillin’ in my long johns, Kleenex stuffed in both of my nostrils, …Read More

The Rez is quite the mysterious place for us immigrants. All we know is that there are cheap cigarettes and fireworks galore, as we demonstrated in this post. For most people it’s a mystical world where the streets have no names and the residents don’t have to pay taxes. Grimy mooks such as myself have heard countless outlandish stories about this that …Read More