Crap Magazine

 

THE PLACE FOR INFORMATION CRAFTED BY

CRABBY RETIRED AMERICAN PEOPLE

 Feel Better with CRAP

 

We are  Crabby Retired American People (CRAP) bringing you writings that may provide you with information and observations that stimulate your little frog brain.

 

How-to & More

 

Learn how to make a good cocktail. Read a review about a movie or a new music release from someone you may like.

Movies, albums and other stuff will be graded on the time tested 1 CRAP pile to 5 CRAP piles.

 

 

Is it the end or the beginning………………?

 

Crap Magazine comes to you as an ending, the ending or near ending of 50 years of working, serving the wishes of others, being used, being enjoyed, being stressed, being the go to person, being the taxpayer that lets others never work, being the husband, being the dad, being the success, being the giver, being the right or wrong guy, being in love, being wrong, being a boss, being a son, being a brother, being an uncle, and being experienced in the joys and disappointments of dealing with humans.

Picture this as the food I ate through the years with CRAP Magazine as the toilet paper at the end of the alimentary canal.

I have assembled a mildly retarded (yup retarded) think tank to assist me in this endeavor.  Burrhead is part of the dementia.  He comes to me as a lifelong friend whom I respect and covet as a confidant. His brain was in a jar that said “Abby Normal”. Anybody who had a reel to reel tape deck in high school has to be part of this.

The third leg of the tripod is Derf Selrahc.  A true entrepreneur in every sense. A well-known winemaker and winery owner.  As the youngest, almost fetal member of this triangle he brings a bit of a stool softener to the Crabby Retired American People Magazine.

While there are three members with differing abilities and sensibilities I am in charge of this rag.  I will answer to no one except my wife.  We will comment or say whatever we want and am not very interested in whether you agree or not.  I am detoxing from the fumes of 63 years of road kill.

Editor in Chief

Bobby La Douche’

 

2018 Christmas Letter

2018 Christmas Letter

Bobby Kringle La Douche’ Lordy, Lordy, Lordy…………………. too much Steve Harvey.  He is not an English professor by the way.  I was reluctant to write a letter this year but as letters came in that resembled the blubbering drivel on ShitBook I felt that my readers need to...

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HOLY CRAP! WHAT A DAY!

HOLY CRAP! WHAT A DAY!

HOLY CRAP! WHAT A DAY! BY: Bobby Instant Karma La Douche’   At this point in my life my capacity to really see what is wonderful around me is diminished by tired eyes and the glass being half empty and coated with feces. So today is Tuesday, September 11,...

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