Spencetology

Unlike his failed attempt to plaster his name on the Kennedy Center in Washington D.C., President Trump has successfully branded a Florida airport. Learn more about a White House White Trash Summer Officially, today Palm Beach International Airport becomes Donald J. Trump International Airport. One might ask themselves, besides the name change, what other services and features may accompany such a...

Who doesn’t love a neighborhood fireworks show? On the 4th of July…preferably before 10pm. To be clear, on the 4th, not the 1st or the 8th…the 4th. Are you a Firework Firejerk? Sadly, in every sub-division of every town across this gredat land of ours, there’s that one guy. The guy who just can’t stop celebrating America’s independence. It is the official song o...

Listen, I don’t want to spend one minute at a barbecue, arguing with my date as to whether a hot dog is a sandwich. See the Independence Day classic, “Firework Firejerk.” This 4th of July weekend, you can find the perfect “cookout companion” on Tendr. It’s the new dating app where you can “Match your meat and meet your match.” What happened to the Li...

Not since the days of gladiators battling for their lives in the Roman Colosseum has there been a combination of brutality, politics, and sport – sponsored by Monster Energy. If the Rolling Stones Wrote a Song About “Algae,” it Might Sound Like This No grand arches or pillars, just a makeshift arena of plastic, metal, and vinyl plopped down on the front lawn of the White House. S...

Every four years, America sets aside its irrational dislike of “the beautiful game” and embraces football, or soccer. Hear the Official Song of the Reflecting Pool – “Algae.” This year, though, there’s a little extra frosting on this football, er, soccer cake. The World Cup is being hosted in North America – games played all across the United States. Seatt...

A wise man once wrote, “No more pencils. No more books. No more teachers’ dirty looks.” This statement encompasses summer vacation. Hear a Kid’s take on Mother’s Day. Two and half months of freedom. Freedom from backpacks. Freedom from PB&Js. Freedom endless nagging about homework. (Understanding, of course, nagging is transferrable.) Create content for gas money....