FUJcast 05 :: 4th of July

Happy 4th of July everyone!!!!

On this very special episode of the FUJcast we have a VERY special guest!

The enthusiastic Alix Klingenberg joins us to discuss meeting Jason for the first time, outdoor plays, and having your socks peed on.

Enjoy the fireworks!


FUJcast Episode 04 :: Flag Day

It’s Flag Day!

Paul and Mike discuss their friend J and his feelings about The Pledge of Allegiance, jello shots, boobs, and then boil down the elements that make up the essence of Mr. J Huls.


Here are the flags that Paul and Mike made to represent J. Please comment and vote on which flag you thing best represents J.

A proposed flag of J

A proposed flag of J

Chicago Summah Non-Poem – Beauties

The Chicago beauties are out.
It’s sunny and they are waltzing down Lincoln.
Flowing dresses and short shorts.
The breeze, smelling of hot dogs and asphault,
Blows through their hair like fingers of Zeus.
My creepy eyes oogle as I pass by a slice of pizza
Smashed on the sidewalk missing only a single bite.
Trampled by a million footsteps.
This is not a poem.

We Know Nothing – Part 03

The lobby of the building was tiny. The size of a small bedroom. There were no chairs for anyone to wait in. No magazines to pass the time. The only furniture was a desk crammed in the corner. A young woman was sitting behind it with a neat stack of papers in front of her. There were no pens. There was no phone.

“Michael?” She asked without looking up from her stack of papers.

“No. I’m sorry. I came here with Thomas.”

I turned around for direction from Thomas but he wasn’t behind me. He wasn’t anywhere. I didn’t see or hear him leave and I swore that he followed me inside. I must have been wrong.

The woman looked up at me. Her eyes were the biggest I had ever seen. They were an amazing dark brown. I swooned.

“If you came with Thomas then you MUST be Michael,” she insisted. “Are you really NOT Michael?”

“I…I don’t really know,” I stammered. “Maybe I am Michael.”

“Good. Then you are running late, Michael. Please meet with Dr. Pilsen in the next room.” She pointed to a door to my left that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Why am I here? I don’t exactly understand?”

It wasn’t just the confusion of names or the way I seemed to be anonymously important but something was getting to me. Something inside of me was off. I noticed my left arm was tingling and for some reason, unknown to me, I had accepted a name that was not my own. Who was Michael? I wasn’t really Michael, was I?

“Please, Dr. Pilsen is waiting for you…and you’re late.” The woman had the same sharp tone that Thomas had when I talked to him on the street.

I turned toward the door. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be any trouble.”

I opened the door. Beyond it’s threshold there was only darkness but still everything seemed very defined.

I glanced at the young woman once more. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. “Have a nice day.”


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