There is no writer in the world that has given me as much personal displeasure as the Witzer. The very mention of his name sets my stomach churning, causes me physical pain, drives me to madness.
Today, the Canadian-born actor released a hilarious new ad for his booze venture.
“You have raised snark to the level of high art. One point may suggest elucidation, though.”
Do you even leviosa, bro?
The legendary documentarian returns to the site of the short-lived “Ken Burns: Portland.”
Over the last two installments of Ye Olde Portland, I told you about the Big German who terrorized the cyclists of early Portland’s Union Avenue.
We now resume the story where we left off...
Here in Portland, we have a long and productive history of anarchists performing vital city functions.