Off the Grid and Out of Their Minds

Maude here. It has been awhile since I’ve written! Mostly because I haven’t had much to complain about lately and/or I’ve been busy writing other “real life” things outside of this blog. Let’s get on with it. Quincy and I often have HGTV on in the background while we’re around the house, doing busywork. Tonight, […]

“Dance Moms” are Dicks

Maude here. I’ve been watching the show “Dance Moms” on Amazon Prime. I’m on season 2 and it has become something I’m probably more emotionally attached to than is socially acceptable. DUDES. Dudes… This show is phenomenally repulsive and addictive. It’s confusing, it’s infuriating, and it is one of the most emotionally shallow things I’ve ever […]

Quincy and Maude tackle the holidays

Maude here. Well, t’is the season… the season of stress, overcharged credit cards, travel, and flu-like diseases. This is the time of year where we always overcommit to social engagements and find ourselves utterly exhausted until January 1st. American Christmas is basically the worst time of year… that’s why Quincy and I have committed ourselves […]

Professor Marge is Reported

Maude here. Darling readers, you may have read my post “The Redemption of Professor Margarine,” among other posts (1, 2, 3, 4). Now, I’m getting ready and compiling all of my notes to present to the school and to file a complaint. I survived the worst teacher I’ve ever had and one semester of her […]

The Redemption of Professor Margarine

Even though Professor Margarine is a racist, sexist, stale toot, she does have some goodness in between her outlandish rants and incoherent babbling. (For the entire story, see previous posts 1, 2, 3, and 4.) I’m convinced that even though she appears to have mashed potato brains, she has a warm, baked potato heart under […]

Tale of the Downstairs Smokers

Maude here. I’ve been badgering Quincy from the moment we moved into our newly renovated condo (our first “adult” purchase) that our neighbors are filthy mole people that need to be put in their place. Why, you ask? Because they smoke. Now, I could fucking care less if they smoke. Just don’t put it in […]

Professor Margarine’s Psychic Attack

Maude here. Ohhhhh she’s up to no good again! That loopy old community college instructor, Professor Margarine, gave us another feast of learnin’ today… For the first 3 episodes, see post 1, post 2, and post 3. We students stumbled into class at 9:30am, ready for another round of batshit crazy and we were not […]

Well shit… it’s time to workout.

Quincy & Maude here. Well, it’s Saturday. That means we bloggers must depart from our lazy morning activities and exercise. There is never a day when we’re like, “ERMAHGERD!!!! It’s so fun to move our bodies!!!” We just go out, turn off our brains, and do it. Yes, there’s a certain chemical/hormonal component when you’re […]

Professor Margarine gives the class Ebola

Maude here. Because I haven’t beaten this dead horse enough, you’re about to read more about my anthropology teacher. (See part one and part two for reference.) Literally the only reason I’m showing up to class anymore (besides the fact that my grade depends on it) is to track the weird shit that goes down […]