The party was at Santos Party House, which is in Manhattan, which meant that we had to go to Manhattan. We couldn't remember the last time we had fun in Manhattan. Cherie reminded us that it's still possible, though, because the party was off the proverbial chain. Full story
The Wizard of the Saddle Rides Again
The Dark Specter of History in Memphis
Hung Like a Gastropod
The Rigors of a Snail-Genital Illustrator
Austerity's Drug of Choice
Sisa Is Nasty Shit
This Is What Winning Looks Like
Chaos and Corruption in Afghanistan
The Fat Farms of Mauritania
Pack on Those Pounds, Ladies
Jerks Are Exploiting Cambodia's Orphans
Get It Together, People
