Tampa, FL by way of St. Louis, MO

Nathan DeGraaf graduated fucking years ago with a BA in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida, which he still lives near because college chicks are the best. On weekday evenings, Nate can typically be found at any one of a number of North Tampa bars. On weekends, he typically cannot be found. When not drinking, fishing, watching sports, or having sex, Nathan likes to read, play the harmonica, and show up for work. Throughout the course of his life, he has been arrested six times because, as his father has often said, "the kid is fucking stupid."

Comedy Writing

Picking Them Games with a Slight Buzz Kinda

Well, it's a beautiful afternoon.  I'm three beers deep, disorganized and feeling really loosey goosey.  You have to feel that to even say that.  Seriously.  <p>Anyway, as some of you may know, I am so bad at game picking that not only do I solicit the advice of two friends with superior football knowledge but I also base my picks on random attributes of the areas hosting the teams to be picke

Trimmed

In Junior High, I was kind of a fat kid.  I ate a lot.  And I'm pretty sure that had something to do with all the, you know, chubbiness.  All my friends, and even some family members, made fun of me for being fat.  Girls blew me off and football coaches salivated over my future as an overweight blocking-wall even though my mom wouldn't let me play.  It was tough being fat without the "I

Picking them Games with Apologies

<p>Before we kick off the game picking this week, please note that I owe everyone an apology, even my partners in game-picking.  I had only missed one previous week of game-picking in my time here at PIC and that was because I was at a beach house with no internet access.  Last week I missed the picks (even though I had written them) because of...

That Bailed Out Feeling

<p>The American people were against it.  Every congressman on the floor got at least twenty calls against the bailout for every one call in favor the bailout (or rescue plan or whatever).  And that was even after big business representatives used their lobbyists and buying power to get their personal representatives (who claim to be our representatives) on the phone. </p>

An Open Letter to That One Congress Dude

<p>Dear My Congressman:</p><p>Hello, Mr. (or maybe Mrs.) Congressman.  My name is Nathan.  And I live in your district.  I'm sorry I don't know you by name but the thing is, just looking at you people gives me the willies something fierce so I never bothered to look you up.  Y'all are like personal injury lawyers but with less scruples and no souls.  Except for Ron Paul.</p>

Picking Them Games Like We Know What We’re Doing

Due to my hectic schedule, Nikki the Bartender, Scotty the Handicapper and I had to do our NFL picks via email.  When I sent Nikki the lines, she responded: <p>"Hey Nate - Remind me please, does the plus mean they have to win by that number and the minus that they lose by that number?

The Value of Oil and Lousy Relationships

In the mid 1980s, a cocaine dealer named Russell walked in on his girlfriend and business partner mid-coitus.  His business partner and main distributor, a man named William, was found floating in the Mississippi river some eight weeks later.  Three years later, Russell was killed by DEA agents in his 16,000 square-foot home.  The DEA estimated Russell's worth at the time of his death at just a

Fixing the Economy: Shoot the Hostage

Keanu Reeves has a tendency to overact but the American people still love him anyway.  We love him as much for his cheesy displays of unintentional comedy as we do for... well, anything else he may have done for the good of cinema.  This is not our fault.  There's no accounting for taste and all that.

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