These are indeed strange times; just when you think the left hand knows what the right one is doing, a third hand appears from nowhere only to pinch your ear, give your head a cursory cuff and send you on your way. Hoozdo issue 11 is like that cuff. Or maybe its the third hand? Either way, its here to wake you from the slumbering winter of our discontent, non-plussed by its own tardiness - hey, round here, three months behind is just fashionably late.
Can I kick it?
- larry goes in search of the lost dutchman mine with a one-eyed jack and the father of his ex-. Guns and poop are involved. Another instant classic.
- dual goes dumpster diving in the darkest depths of dirty scottsdale - more stuff to freak the hell out of you that's right under your own nose!
- but to soothe you down, lots of pictures of the delightful staff at Green, where a burger and fries don't come with haunting images of sad, dead cow's eyes
- and a ton of other treasures. And what does it cost you? Nada. Have we not entertained you?
hoozdo 11 can be found at these fine establishments. Whaddya need now, GPS? Go. Do. Anything.
Well, we survived the summer, but only just. The chances were slender, the beauties were brief, but we dug deep into our hearts and found enough love to get us through the next three months. Thanks to all who contributed in large or small measure, the bird continues to be the word. Our fall issue features:
We're back. Our manes have been combed, our hair curried, our bodies brushed and our fetlocks, er, fettled. We're in such great shape we recommend putting the house on us in next Saturday's race at Belmont. Our way to help you avoid foreclosure. Or, you can open the latest issue and read about:
As the world goes to hell in a handbasket and the very fabric of existence threatens to unravel faster than a ball of wool in a room of meth-cranked kittens, hoozdo 8 appears in a puff of blue smoke, ready to salve your fragile psyche and help you make sense of the whole sorry mess. So sit back and relax as we plunge our latex-covered fingers deep into your most private places and:
Is there a better way to spend the dark, chilly winter evenings than hunkered down beside a warm hearth with a good read? Well, yes, probably, considering this is Phoenix and a couple of drops to the low thirties is the worst we'll likely see. So un-mothball that coat, get out and do whatever it is you do, but know that when you come home, hoozdo 7 will be curled up in front of the fireplace waiting for you. This time out we:
The melted sidewalks having congealed once more and with the prospect of 6 months of scarily perfect weather around the corner, what more excuse do you need to get out, about, over, under, sideways, down in the City of the Flaming Bird. Let hoozdo be your guide as we:
