Oh, what’s that? You take exception to the statement I’m making with the title of the weekly post on the hilarious and beloved blog that I co-run with one of my dearest and swarthiest chums? Well, what are you doing with your week, eh? Are you on vacation in Carlsbad, California? Drinking beer and rum and getting your beach on?

It looks like this, in case you weren’t sure.

Have you been co-pirating virtual ship and singing songs from classic animated shows for days? Are you there with some of your absolute favorite people in the world? Did you get shitfaced in Disneyland all day yesterday?

You probably just recognize the bronze ones, but the others are way more fun. And way more tolerant of the Jews.

Do you now own an official Indiana Jones fedora? Did you drink Wild Turkey 101 based drinks while watching a light and water show set to classic Disney moments? Did you spend today on Camp Pendleton drinking beer, seeing old friends from Artillery School, and watching one of your besties fall out of a motherflunking V-22 osprey like a boss?

He had a parachute.

Yeah, I didn’t fucking think so. Shut your mouth. Now I have to continue drinking until it’s time to put on my seersucker suit and go eat sushi with that dude with the pipe and his hot, Australian mess of a wife.

Emphasis on “hot.” And “drunk.”

Anyway, love you! See you with something more wondrous next week, but until then while I’m drunk-cationing, you can feel free to enjoy the article I wrote for the wonderful folks at Task & Purpose. Toodles and kisses, fuckfaces!

PS: Darth Steve says hi. He loves you, too.