Happy 4th from me and Cindy.
If an angel came down from heaven and taught me to play drums, I’d do it like this.
Edgar’s walked a path that some of us only wish we had the balls to traverse. You’re not going to find it on your GPS. It’s called Rebel Road, folks. Meet your tour guide.
Hi, this is Abraham Lincoln. I just wanted to let all 5-10 of you Wizard’s Ridge fans know that Nick hasn’t forgotten about you. He’ll be back with all the power of a thousand dying stars. Stay tuned.
Sometimes you just need to be inspired. This son of a bitch has got the need for speed that’s awoken something primal in me.
Who’s the wildman of the group? Look up top. Silvio “The Snake” Berlusconi never gave a shit.
Eric! Back to work! Put down the joint and pick up your shovel NOW and I won’t say shit to the foreman. Eric, don’t give me such a hard time about this. We’ve got rules we have to follow here.
Always a hit? Always a hit of weed before you go the parties! Am I right Herbie? Shit, Herbie. You’re the fucking man.
It’s time to leave guys. Party’s over. Thanks for coming. Everyone enjoy their long weekends, ok? Hmm. Everyone’s a little buzzed, huh? I’ll call you a car. What do you mean you’re not leaving? Staying here? That’s crazy, Miles. I don’t think I can. My roommates are kind of dicks. Whoa, be cool man. Just relax. No one wants to fight here tonight. I’m just going to politely ask you all again to leave. Put that down. Put it down! I don’t do knifeplay. Ok, you win. You can stay. I’ll get some sheets from the linen closet. Breakfast will be ready at 9. If you miss it, you miss it.
We’ve just gotten our hands on an advance copy of “The Elf Prince” by Todd McClimans. As usual, McClimans turns up the heat and gives us everything we could want out of a fantasy novel - sex, murder, mystery and poetry. For a sequel, this is about as good as it gets.
We’ve all got dreams. Here’s one of mine that I’d like to share with you.
If Abraham Lincoln was into blondes I feel like he’d have been really sexually and morally confused after meeting this young starlet. Great suit. Wear it up North, mama. I’ll try my best to protect you - but no promises.
Things are brewing in the witch’s cauldron that is the Funk Report, folks. Follow your 5 senses into the world of dance. Tell ‘em who sent ya.
An incredible submission from our good friends at The Wizards Ridge.
Heatwave lights the fuckin funk universe ablaze with the white hot intensity of a comets tail with this 1976 performance of Too Hot To Handle.
The multi-racial, multi-national, shirt-optional group play their dirty disco until turning it to 11 with incredibly funky gymnastic moves (funknastics?) The matching wardrobe, like some kind of mariachi themed male stripper team, are just the cherry on top of this groove sundae.
The craziest day of this squirrel’s life had to be spent in some crazy Belgian lady’s 9th floor walk-up apartment and not in a tree with a two fine squirrel women. Life isn’t fair.
The Wizard’s Ridge office has just installed a new security system to replace our inherently flawed previous system, which you can read about below. If you think you’re taking our treasures, you’re wrong.
