THIS WEEK'S QUESTION: HOW DO YOU BEAT THE HEAT?
—Kristy Denby, project manager, Southeast Portland
Just so we’re crystal fucking clear, you natural-born shitwit: So you cram yourself inside a 100-degree car, sit in gridlock until you get to a rat-infested multiplex, pay for a ticket, pay even more for garbage food to stuff into your garbage mouth, get lice from a sperm-crusted seat, sit through two hours of insipid CGI bullshit, then squeeze back into your 100-degree car and back into your miserable life? At first I was worried publishing your “secret” in the Mercury would spoil it—but then I remembered your oh-so-brilliant scheme has been known by unwanted stepchildren and back-row perverts for fucking decades, you fucking imbecile!
The new Spider-Man sucks, by the way.—Frank Cassano
—Clifford Evans, web developer, Northwest Portland
Cliffy, everyone’s so impressed... that you have this much time on your hands! Here’s a tip, dipshit—if you’re the kind of pedantic imbecile who thinks it’s fun to construct elaborate systems of fucking fans, you’re also the kind of pedantic imbecile who will die alone on the toilet! By all means, fiddle away with your curtains, gawp at your ceiling fan, and craft a perfect little masturbation cave for yourself—because so long as you’re obsessed with cross-breezes, you’ll stay the hell out of the gene pool! Jerk away, fucko!—Frank Cassano