Faggotball

Remember WWE? Back when it was called WWF? At that point I was at an impressionable age where I sincerely believed that those fights were real and prayed more for my favorite player… Read More →

With mouths wide open.

Usually, when I am not whiling time away staring at the fan (which in our humble abode, if I dare call it that, rotates at a speed slow enough for you to count… Read More →

Rumor has it.

The dictionary meaning of rumor is “gossip (usually a mixture of truth and untruth) passed around by word of mouth.” I am sorry, but I strongly disagree with this definition. It ought to… Read More →

Two is better than one. Not.

I remember growing up to proverbs preached by not just grim looking teachers in school, but also by impressionable kids who nodded their heads wisely in agreement with whatever anyone who bore the… Read More →

Man up, will you?

Stop carrying her purse around. That shade doesn’t bring out the color in your eyes like it should. Stop losing arguments just because she cries. Ridicule the shapes her running mascara is leaving… Read More →

Please. That’s too eager to please.

They will love you despite you being you, as opposed to loving you especially for you being you. They will love you for the books you read even though they don’t remember the… Read More →

Everybody has it.

No, this is not a post about essential organs or ego issues, I will soon write one though to live up to the non-existent audience’s expectations, but this is about an account that… Read More →