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RIP Moshe Jamil Rogers

I was 15 when Moshe died.

When I think about my sophomore year in high school, I don't remember dances or concerts or anything like that, I remember that weird feeling I had like everyone around me was dying. I went to nine funerals that year. Two friends died of medical reasons, three committed suicide, two family members passed away, and two were killed by gunfire in the town where I grew up. While every single one of those people could earn a dozen pages in the story of my life,...

Love, Dad: Two Brothers Hop Juice Festival REDUX

Most of the people who visited SYFFAL.com for the brew festival critique have never read SYFFAL.com. Most of those people probably have no clue how people could read someone else's vulgarity-laden jibberish when it comes to something. I'm sure if I was looking for something to read about something I attended and I wasn't used to colorful and potentially illegal language, I would miss the point completely as well.

So out of respect for the people who've stopped by and either pewped on...

Love, Dad: Two Brothers Hop Juice Festival Sucked Major Fucking Ass

To demonstrate a level of understanding and a good ol' crow eating session, Joel has summarized his tirade into non-emotional statements in the following article REDUX: HERE



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Love, Dad: SYFFAL Music Submission Suggestions

Yes, SYFFAL doesn't write negative reviews. We might shit on you in private while sipping a delicious sangria with a spear of tropical fruitz, but our website doesn't shit on music. We might shit on your homeland (especially if you're Irishy), but your music is something we appreciate, even when we don't care for it personally.

Because we don't write negative album reviews, we don't cover everything you might send us (if you'...

Love, Dad's Top 5 Things that are pretty F*cking cool about my wifey of 7 years today, May 22nd.

5. She uses the word "trill" when speaking to our many many small chilrens.
The other night the twins ran up to her like "Yo ma, check out how many playing cards I can fits in my mouthed." And she was all "Yous babies, yous are so trill." It was then that I realized that I rub off on her as much as I rub ON her. And for that, I am fucking thankful...

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