[As per usual, conversations are not verbatim and have been paraphrased, rephrased, and generally rearranged to make Smoove D sound far more funny and clever than he really is. Isn’t the internet great? - Ed.]
“Thank god you answered, I have a dilemma. I like the blonde, but her brunette roommate is smokin’ hot. […]

Previously on Propeller Skies, I alluded to Old Chubb fucking your shit up. Hercules India Pale Ale (IPA) bends your shit over, nails it to a cross, and cornholes it like a priest going at an alter boy. I think Colorado is the promised land.
Hercules IPA is a fucking nuclear […]

Ed Voyles Acura provided me with a 2006 Acura TL 5AT as a loaner while my 2004 6MT was in for service. Driving a car exactly like mine, except minus a clutch, was rather surreal. I expected the slushbox would not be much different from my beloved whip. I was wrong. […]

The other night I ditched Netparty and paid a visit to legendary Atlanta Italian joint Alfredo’s with recurring Propeller Skies characters Mizzo, Deezy, and The Photographer. Some undisclosed persons were also in attendance.
Alfredo’s angers me. The table shared appetizers that included (in alphabetical order, because I am anal like that), calamari, […]

Thanks for reading everyone. Even though I have quit so often it deserves a category, this time is for real. I am taking time off to pursue other interests, like my new girlfriend.

After eating a delicious sandwich at Feast, recurring Propeller Skies character The Professor and I strolled through Decatur. We stopped at Java Monkey to sample a good* keg of beer from Old Savannah Brewing Company**. Unfortunately, Java Monkey’s keg cooler was dead. Fortunately, Java Monkey has an extensive bottled beer selection put […]

Like the seventh Baller of the Week™ and ninth Baller of the Week™, this week’s player is a baller on a budget. However, he takes broke to the next level by adding chrome hub caps to the cheapest Nissan. Behold the power of fake ass burberry:

Since people are adding me to their press sections and shit, I need to start writing decent reviews. Motherfucker*. Decent is a pretty high bar, so this concert review will just feature more words than usual. Baby steps.
the set up
In the days of way back, my friend Chris Hoke**, mentioned […]

The other day, recurring Propeller Skies player hater The Professor and I went to Feast in Decatur for lunch. I had the panini (Italian for ten dollar sandwich) with meat*. Fucking worth it. Our sever was way cool, friendly, and a nineteen year old hot blonde Georgia State student.
notes:
* There […]

This is a bad idea. Do not try this at home.