A few weeks ago, I mentioned Propeller Skies is nothing but lies. While it has been fun fooling all five readers, the Prizzo Skeezy is now over. From now on, I will only be posting on Myspace at www.myspace.com/smooved.

I found this Baller of the Week™ parked in front of the building that houses Dirty South Studios. I am guessing this week’s baller is not big time, because the vehicle has GMC emblazoned on the grill instead of the wreath and crest.

I walk into a cavernous dining room. The focal point is a gorgeous bar, which could only be made more beautiful by strapping Stephanie Swift clothed in latex fetish wear to it.
I sit down and notice the Graveyard Tavern has Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap for only two fifty a glass. […]

Wednesday evening, The Beaver, The Rabbit, The Dog, Katt, and I went to dinner at Gilbert’s. Reservations are a good idea, as the interior is diminutive.
Service was excellent. Our waitress flew to Latrobe, Pennsylvania, chose only the finest malt and hops, personally supervised the brewing process, and pulled me a bottle […]

Last Saturday, some dude from Cincinnati put together a little pub crawl through the now sun drenched Vizzo Heezy. Moe’s & Joe’s was the first stop. I consumed two draft Pabst Blue Ribbons. The bartender was all right.
We moseyed across the street to Fontaine’s. I switched to Sierra Nevada […]

Last Thursday, I paid a visit to the Apache Cafe to see Dip N Steam perform. Upon arriving, I wandered in, sat down at the bar, and ordered a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. While sipping my fine hand crafted brew, I observed the waitress was hot. However, they should consider feeding her once […]

Sunday, I arrived fashionably late to brunch at the original Atkins Park and was exiled to the far end of the table. I was not ecstatic about sitting with people I do not know. I was also not particularly interested in getting to know them. Instead of striking up a conversation, I […]

Friday night, recurring Propeller Skies characters The Beaver, Katt, Chris, Young Deezy, and I met at Franco’s to drink beer. Prior to hitting Franco’s we attempted to gather at Apres Diem, but the inconsiderate chickenheads did not provide sufficient parking. Fuck Midtown Promenade. Bunch of bitches anyway.
At Franco’s, the tenderloin […]

Kneeling down with your head in a bowl Telling yourself there should never be days like this Just when you thought that you had it down You woke up dreaming of cocaine and clowns–13 Engines
Officer Naughty, Jason, and I are chilling on the dock waiting for the shuttle. Two tall brunettes walk […]