dear dickheads
Dear Dickheads – December 2007
Thanks so much for that lovely note. It is part of SLUG Mag’s mission statement to save the children from becoming Wal Mart shopping, mini-van driving individuals. Keep up the good fight and help us spread the word. There’s more to life than working a shitty 9-5, living in a house with a white picket fence. … read more
Dear Dickheads – November 2007
This year I decided that I wanted to share with all the SLUG readers one of my absolute favorite Thanksgiving recipes; the mighty osturducken. The osturducken is a sister dinner to the more traditional turducken, but it’s ten thousand times more delicious. … read more
Dear Dickheads – October 2007
Instead of seeing Halloween as an unfortunate time when sluts flash skin like there’s no tomorrow, why not see Halloween as a fortunate time when sluts flash skin like there’s no tomorrow? … read more
Dear Dickheads – September 2007
Dear Dickheads … I recently spent my summer in Salt Lake City and one of the best parts was picking up your magazine each month. I found some of the best music through it that I have ever! Now I’m back at school at Oklahoma State University, and was wondering if there was any way
Dear Dickheads – August 2007
Fuck Corgan and his Smashing Pumpkins; they only made two good records anyway. … read more
Dear Dickheads – July 2007
Miss Jeanette Moses, I think the only reason you place us in yer special little box of offesive music is because you are either A) just a person who just got into punk withing 2-5 years ago and yer still just a tad bit niave punk music or B) a fem nazi hybrid in need of a good fuck but doesn’t want to do it because yer fem counter parts won’t like that you will yell out “Lyin Bitch, insert yer fists!!” … read more
Dear Dickheads – June 2007
You can bet your next Mike Brown column on the fact that every visitor for the next fifty years will base their perceptions on four square blocks of Big Love. … read more
Dear Dickheads – May 2007
Two days of warm weather have inspired large women to go out in public dressed in only Daisy Dukes and bikini tops (and their white trash men to walk around completely shirtless). … read more
Dear Dickheads – April 2007
For those who don’t know what ghost riding the whip is, it is where you drive your car at three to five miles per hour, shift the car into neutral, turn up your music all the way and dance Dance DANCE all around and on top of your car. … read more
Dear Dickheads – March 2007
Get ’em Ronald. … read more