Pub Crawl: Wild World of Way Wank Pass Words

So I get it.  I understand that we live in a world where everyone is out to steal everyone else’s identity and that we are so mother-effing childish and selfish that, along with our identities, everyone want’s to steal our cars, bicycles, style, livelihood, significant others, and anything else they can get their fat, greedy, greasy, short-fingered, dirt-under-the-nails hands on but I, for one, am sick to death of having to have a password for every last little bit of life that I might try to cling to and sicker still that the people who are in charge of the various cryptography that I’m forced to memorize keep forcing me to change my various passwords every ten minutes in some bizarre effort to keep ahead of the lawyers who are playing catch-up with the thieves who think that anything in my life is worth having.  Thieves take note: Far from being stolen, my identity can not be given away.  I’m no happier about having it than you would be about robbing it. So shove that up your hole and call it Mildred.   –Anonymous.

Godfrey’s Pub Crawl,  part bar, part radio show, parts unknown.  Featuring Meredith, our “Bartender to the Stars” and her gaggle of misfits, malcontents, ne’er do wells, once-functional alcoholics and anyone who wishes to join our travelling circus to nowhere.  Just like your local tavern, we’ll be talking to- and behind the backs of- interesting people from all crawls of life, all while we pour drinks from our bottomless fountain of genteel indignation.  So grab your stool and belly-up ’cause the bar is set, low… REAL low.

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