Mr.Al's Blog

What follows is a work of fiction. All names, characters, incidents and dialogue are creations of the author’s imagination At the school where I work as a bouncer for sixth, seventh and eighth graders there’s this guy named Joel Fossil. He’s the misbehavior specialist at Todos Los Santos Middle School. He works in the misappropriately named Student Success Office. Yeah, that’s actually the guy’s name, Joel Fossil. With a name like that he’s definitely

We bring you this special edition of Mr. Al’s Wacky World of Weirdness from the Met Gala in New York City. The gala is held every year at the Costume Institute of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. People wear all kinds of crazy costumes to this event. That’s why I’m all dressed up. As a great lover of art and fashion, I am so happy to cover the Met Gala. And you thought I was just a beer and hot dog guy. I do it all folks. Afterall, I’ve got that 1970s p

If you were a middle school or high school student these days, you might have one of these rings. It’s a double-finger-fake-gold-plated-hundred-dollar-Hip Hop-ring. I think they look swell. Only old people use the word swell, not young people. The term swell as in we had a swell time is as outdated as I am. Some people refer to this kind of ring as a nugget ring. They are using the term interchangeably to refer to a number of rings including rings that look like they ac

Hello everybody. Good evening and welcome to The White House. We are here in this special 4,500-seat arena built on the lawn of The White House to bring you the fight of the century between Pope Leo and President Donald Trump. I’m your host Mauro Ranallo. I’m joined here with our experts, fight analyst Max Kellerman and former boxing champion Andre Ward. Netflix is streaming this event live around the world. Andre we go to you first. What are your thoughts about this fight

It’s the first day of the U.S. military action in Iran. Mr. Al goes to the Three Kegs Saloon to drown his sorrows. He meets a woman named Epic Fury. Ms. Fury asks Mr. Al if he’d like to accompany her on a vacation to sunny Tehran. Mr. Al politely declines as he stares at her cleavage. “But I hear the Strait of Hormuz is nice this time of year,” he tells her. “I always wanted to swim with the oil tankers.” Unbeknownst to Mr. Al at the time of his seduction by Epic Fury, a hi