Tag Archives: Mark Foster
Bell End Marge Returns to The Catskills. There are Fireworks.
With the pundits forecasting Brooklyn temperatures in the high 90′s, Bell End Marge decided to take a 4th of July break and head 175 miles north, to the place of her birth; Bovina, village of the oreo-stained cow and the … Continue reading
If You Weren’t Licked, Maybe You Weren’t Worth Licking.
We are haunted by the clarion call for a post-mortem of last Thursday night’s Bell End happening. Haunted as in the song of the same name. Y’know, Sinead O’Connor soars over the first verse as if she was the Angel … Continue reading
Shaag In the Kitchen, Dildar in the Hall: St Sanjay Patel Averts his Gaze
Were you there? See, it’s difficult to remember. Andrea’s concord grape and juniper jam gin Molotovs, they sneak up on you from behind like a dirty uncle. Before you have time to understand, their fingers are under your elastic and … Continue reading