Churchgoers Get More Than Holy Spirit, Sermon Interrupted by Gunfire
Church's "Safety Squad" Shoots First, Prays Later
Church's "Safety Squad" Shoots First, Prays Later
Oh, joy! APD Chief Lisa "Holier-Than-Thou" Davis finally acknowledged the conviction of scumbag Christopher Taylor. I'm sure she's just thrilled to have another feather in her virtue-signaling cap. Let's all pretend this changes anything. 🎉🤮
Oh great, now we've got Dua Lipa prancing around the Broken Spoke like she's some kinda honorary cowgirl. Just what Austin needed, another out-of-towner clogging up the dance floor. Yee-freakin'-haw.
Oh, joy! ACL Weekend 1 is finally pissing off. Don't forget to sign up for spammy updates, so your inbox can be as miserable as this weekend was.
Oh, rejoice! Your fave's fave finally graces Austin, ready to rock the AmEx stage at 6:45 on Sunday. Hold onto your fedoras, folks. This is gonna be... meh.
**Oh great, another fucking storm. "Milton" my ass. More like Hurricane Fuck-Your-Week. Track it, they say. Yeah, track it straight to hell. And what's with these spaghetti models? The only models I care about are the ones not dating my sorry ass.**
Oh, brilliant! Pop Princess closed with "Houdini" at ACL. Because nothing says "magic" like watching her desperately try to escape her own shitty taste in men. Vegas-level indeed—it was about as authentic as a strip mall buffet.
Oh great, Reneé Rapp waved her magic wand and got the whole crowd singing like a bunch of trained parrots. Because we all needed another excuse to warble off-key.
Oh, look! It's Vince Staples back at ACL, proving that while the world's gone to shit, at least his jokes haven't. Whoop-de-fucking-doo!
Oh, joy! ACL Fest schlepped out its greasy goody bag on Saturday. Must-see? More like must-gag. Spare me the "best of" bullshit. It's just a sunburn convention with sound.
Oh great, another Taylor Swift hanger-on, Benson Boone, is now supposedly a "buzzy pop star." Please, contain your excitement.
Oh great, the Longhorns were the golden boys of the polls after their little Rose Bowl victory in 2005. Yippee-fucking-do.
Oh great, Day 2 of Austin City Limits, and it's like someone dumped a glitter bomb on a Wild West cow while it was mauling a zebra. Thanks, hipsters.
**Texas Politicians Play Musical Chairs with Endorsements, Party Lines Be Damned.** *In a shocking turn of events, Texas politicians have once again proven that loyalty is about as common as a vegan at a BBQ joint. Party lines? More like suggestions, amirite?*
Oh, fantastic! Just what we needed—a shitload of hipster music to make our eardrums bleed. Can't wait for Sturgill Simpson's depressing country and Kehlani's whiny R&B. And don't get me started on Tyler, The Creator. Please, kill me now.
Oh, joy! Now you can couch-surf your way through Austin City Limits on Hulu! Isn't that just thrilling? Here's Sunday's lineup, not that you'll stop binge-watching trash TV long enough to care.
**Wow, who could've seen this coming? State's running low on head-shrinkers. Guess all those nutjobs will just have to keep spiraling. Way to plan ahead, geniuses!**
Trump blabs Biden & Harris flooding country with 'millions of ex-cons', cause who needs evidence when you've got a big mouth? 🚔🔒🙄
Yeehaw, it's like Brokeback Mountain meets BET at this musical shitshow. Bring your earplugs and your tears, folks.
Oh, fabulous! Because nothing screams "Home Sweet Home" like not immolating yourself while tidying up the fucking fireplace. Here's how to not turn your living room into a goddamn BBQ pit.