This week’s column is a collaborative effort with the illustrious Mr. Ian Fortey. It was written entirely by soft firelight, while listening to the subtle compositions of one Frederic Chopin, whilst sampling a variety of seasonal brandies and fine pipe tobaccos. It was a classy affair, throughout, and one well attended to. You may Digg it here, for propriety. Though do be discreet, fellows; a gentleman values discretion above all else.

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  • The last one is pure comedy gold. If that was yours, then grats. If that was Fortey’s, then, fuck you, Brockway, he’s my new Internet hero.

    deadlytoque 10.Feb.2010 10:13 am
  • That was mine. Can you seriously not guess my style? Naked Terminator, Swan Fight and Captain Drugs were me. Fortey’s more about reveling in the awesomely perverse; I’m more about the surreality. Together, we make beautiful music.

    Robert Brockway 10.Feb.2010 10:38 am
  • I figured it was. “His status is ‘very drugs’” struck me as you. Swan Fight was also most excellent, and kinda made me happy because fuck swans. I slightly fear them, to be honest.

    Great article for both of yez, regardless of how you divide it up.

    deadlytoque 11.Feb.2010 6:45 am
  • ?????????? ??????, ?????? ???????!

    Kropanin 13.Feb.2010 9:22 am
  • Ifuckrobots.

    Anon 20.Feb.2010 3:35 am
  • Message: Robert Brockway. The name alone shrivels my balls into a makeshift love canal and leaves me moist and wanting. You sir, are an art form. Also, Fortey is pretty nifty too.

    Doctor Ichabod 11.Mar.2010 5:07 pm
  • Let he who hath not committed one of these sins cast the first rock, so that I may smoketh it.

    Dougfromdougland 23.Mar.2010 11:15 pm

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