Thursday: your typical offensive quasi-joke.
Friday: your typical vague political slander.
Saturday: your typical half-assed lists.
Sunday: your typical link lifted from someone else.
For more whorin', see my cover story in this month's UR Chicago. Those of you in the Big Town can pick it up in street boxes; the rest of yiz can se a truncated version here.
Also, please, please, PLEASE, come to this:
I'm not saying for sure that if you don't come, I will hate you forever and burn your house down with you and your pets trapped inside. I'm saying I just don't know.