Coulter likes the campaign season, if only because it makes walking the dogs a little more enjoyable.

A Red Bull and a hot local sausage for Coulter; it's almost the weekend.

Perhaps it's simply because he can't understand what he wants to actually say?

And by that he means that he generally wants to curse at you for riding too slow. Except when he is riding. Then it's perfectly fine.

He'd rather likely have a beer with your pre-school teacher, and that's giving it a little much.

Not unlike Bruce Wayne, or Bruce Lee, except, with urine.

Along with a small slight to those currently fighting for freedoms not yet given. It's OK. Coulter is drunk.

In the Dog Days of Summer, Coulter is enjoying making mistake after mistake. Read on, and you'll see what we mean.

Coulter was taking the week off, but if he had, his dad would have called him an ass. So here it is.

Also, more yard work, and a bout with an iPod nano that made the neighbors hide.