In the kitchen, 3am.

A wears: smart casual
B wears: fancy dress

A: I definitely think we should – f- you know. At some point.

B: I thought that was obvious.

A: Oh. I wasn’t sure that you… knew.

Yeah,

I hate all the forums because they are only an earth of lamah and newbie that they don’t know a fuck of nothing; and few users know something of hacking, programming and more.

The forums are many… too and all with the same ripped topics…

Are very few forums that there are good… As “hack-forums” & “darkc0de”

KILL THE LAMAH FORUMS

Mein 1. Eintrag während ich in der Schule lerne

naja, wir haben gerade Deutsch und es ist langweilig. :/

Helena und Selma haben Probleme mit Hr Klasselehrer, wegen .. halt darum halt.

HOMO FABER !

Xiuping stinkt

so i found out that my roommate has been using my shampoo today. i suspected it over the weekend, but this time i know FOR SURE. my shampoo bottle is one of those giant costco value bottles with the snappy cap. i absolutely HATE the thought of leaving it unclosed, allowing water to enter through the little hole (hehehehe) and mix with my shampoo.

so what did i find today? snappy cap is TOTALLY not snapped! it wasn’t the last time either, but i just chalked it up to coincidence / a topic of mid-level concern. there is no way in hell that i would forget to close the cap twice. to make sure, i checked her shampoo bottle. TOTALLY EMPTY. i mean, i guess it has been for a while since it hasn’t been standing upright for at least a week. i didn’t think much of it because… well, gravity exists (yes, i am a believer! but i am still somewhat of a skeptic about the US moon landing).

BITCH, NOW YOU’RE STEALING MY SHAMPOO??!

doesn’t help with the fact that her hair is at least 3 feet long. and she’s got loads of it! but honestly, i wouldn’t mind at all if it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t ask. if she had just informed me instead of having me find out about this way (i bet her fucking boyfriend used it too), then i wouldn’t feel as if my trust was betrayed. just like with the chocolate milk and the apples. all i’m asking is to be informed when you want to take / use my shit, you know? is that too much to ask??!! apparently so.

while showering i was contemplating whether or not to leave the giant shampoo bottle where it was and allow her to continuing acting as if she wasn’t using it. i mean, yea i feel bad that she’s buying toilet paper and brought a bathroom rug and all that shit, BUT to my defense, we could get FREE toilet paper from the ACD (sorry my ass doesn’t care if it’s being wiped by cheap paper. free is free). the rug… i have nothing.

BUT she acts as if she totally owns this room. the fridge which is supposed to be shared, is in her side of the room, facing her bed (making me feel like a user when i put apples in it). she uses ALL (and i mean ALL) of the bathroom sink cabinets, filling it with her hairdryers, straighteners, etc.

so i decided, i was going to take it out. right then, as if something of a  higher order said, “fuck  you, diana! don’t be such a stingy bitch!!”, my soap and it’s plastic container fell and hit me right in the stomach before crashing with the shower tiles (causing the container to chip). well, you know what? fuck you, providence!! i took it out anyway and put it on a high shelf, wondering if she would ask me to if she could use it tomorrow or just take it and put it back.

feeling bad, i put it on my dresser, so that she could take it without asking if she really wanted to. but i placed it in a certain way to see if she would notice (and put it back in the same way) because i’m vindictive and evil like that. word of advice audri: when you’re using other people’s shit without telling them, put it back the EXACT same way so that they won’t notice. she would have gotten away with it too if she didn’t get lazy and fucking snapped the cap.

well i’m sure she’ll restock her shampoo when we come back from thanksgiving break anyway.

so anyway, today i wasted 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE waiting for Kuljit, only to get a response that she was planning on staying in her apartment because she just got back from san jose. why the fuck do you have to go back every weekend? it’s absolutely ridiculous, not to mention a waste of time, gas, and money. i need to call her tomorrow and ask if i can catch a ride back with her though. my parents don’t like driving me to davis since they’re just going to drop me off and then go back. that’s like 4 hours right there, and they have better things to do. by the way, i TOTALLY overpay her for letting me hitch a ride with her. it costs $15 to fill her tank, i pay her $20 every other time i ride with her, so i’m basically paying for her gas half the time. oh well. i guess i make her come back on sundays when she drives me back since i have an early 8am class and she doesn’t have a class until 1pm. so i guess i’m paying her for time as well (that sounds so wrong on so many levels haha).

today Idy told me i need to make more friends because while she was spending 3 hours (and a lot of 2am mornings) wither her friends at the DC, i was in my room being all hermit-like. THE FUCK??! i am fine, thank you. i do not need to hang out with and get picked up by a bajillion boys, kthnx (although i would like to haha). she dumped me too, to live in a house with her anime club friends next year even though she was the one who suggested we live together. thanks for being reliable …well i guess that’s good, in a way. i kind of wanted to live in kuljit’s super cheap-o apartments hehehe.

’nuff ranting, ’nuff said.

[ / e d i t ] : hmmm… lots of f-bombs in this post

What is up with otherwise well-dressed ladies clipping their nails on the transit system? **click click click**

To which my husband replied:

“one time on MRT i saw 3 separate incidents of girls leaning over to squeeze and pop their boyfriend’s nose pores & zits. THREE TIMES ONE DAY.”

Wait, what? Why is my husband speaking Singlish?

No hay mucho que escribir, como cada año la casa Victoria Secret realizo su Fashion Show con las modelos mas sexies que tienen, sorprende Heidi Klum que a tan solo 5 semanas de haber dado a luz mostro una figura espectacular, disfruten de la belleza de las chicas de Victoria Secret.

click en las pics para agrandar imagenes en HQ

SELITA EBANKSALESSANDRA AMBROSIOHEIDI KLUMMARISA MILLERMIRANDA KERR

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Sometimes you’ll see that I public defacement with exploits priv8

WHY DON’T RELEASE THESE EXPLOITS???????????

Simple! Because there are a lot of fucking lamah that use them for unnecessary defacement because they feel cool… VERY COOL!!!

…Please don’t ask me WHY don’t release exploit… Because you’ll read a big FUCK YOU

Thanks to everyone

Why am I so weird?

Let’s face it sex for me isn’t a big.  Seriously, what does it actually mean.  I fooled around with a guy in an RPAC shower who I didn’t know.  I’ve felt a guy up in a dark club; granted I was drunk and probably on some other mind altering substance.  Straight up told people I would mess around in a car until it was time for Grey’s anatomy to start.  Warned them to not make anything of it, they said they wouldn’t but they did.  I felt no remorse.  Went down on a, later told, 36-year-old in the basement of Neil Manor.

So obviously I can do anything with someone no matter who they are.  But lately I just don’t want to.  Maybe I’m losing my edge, my street cred.  Or maybe I just don’t want to put energy into something that I don’t think is going to lead me anywhere.  What if since sex isn’t that big of a deal I want to have something extra going on.

Sex in the past 2 years:

So I haven’t had sex for about 4 months, however it was basically rubbish and so about myself that it lasted for about 15 minutes.  Straight up it was I just cared about getting my self off that I focused all my energy on achieving gratification;  I wasn’t really attracted to him and we didn’t have a deep connection.  But I’m really good at pleasing someone if I actually care to.

It has been 6 months since I had sex with someone who I actually genuinely liked and was attracted to.  When our bodies touched I felt a jolt of ecstasy flow through my body.  And the sex was 2 hours of Grade A, USDA certified beef.  However, after a couple weeks of random hookups and then silence, he stated that he confused feelings for physical attraction.  Let’s face it, You’re a Jerk.

So that means it has been 2 years since I’ve had sex with someone who I was genuinely physically and emotionally attracted to.

Now that doesn’t mean I haven’t had one or two other offers within this time frame.   But I’ve declined.  However, what the fuck am I waiting for?

I was talking about my one friend and someone asks “Does he want in your pants?”  I said “Yes.”  He asked “Do you want to have sex with him?” and I said “No.”      He yelled out something along the lines of “What are you waiting for.”

Well let me tell you:

I actually want to be more than remotely physically attracted to someone-  That usually helps me get into it.  I prefer to want to touch someone than actually have them touch me.  However, I can tell someone that they have beautiful features without being physically drawn to them.

I want to actually be able to talk to you- Most people I really don’t care for their personality.  I’ll be able to hang out with them but I definitely want to tell them off and for being stuck-up, pessimistic, bland/beige.  I want to like what you say I want us to be able to communicate, and have a good time together.

I want to actually feel something-  I know it maybe cliché or naive to want to feel butterflies, but I know that when you are actually excited/want to get intimate with someone you can feel it.  Maybe its just adrenaline; make my heart skip a beat or something.

I believe our relationship makes sense to be sexually active together.  Sometimes a friendship is just the way to go, sometimes not.

Should I even talk about what I mean by physically attractive?  I can tell you that I usually like 5′9” or greater in height, not skinny but not obese, Dark hair, a tanesque skin,  and something about teeth.  I can really explain what I like about teeth, but I can tell.

I’m usually attracted to one lighter haired person a year and maybe your skin isn’t tan but there is a texture or hue.  I’m still trying to sort that one out.  But it is a big deal to me.  Some skin really makes me gag.

Do I like cuddling with friends? Yeah, fo sho, but you better think twice about making a move.  Cause you do and I’ll cut you out or my life.  Mackin? yeah sure

But be careful where your hands go.  I don’t like hands on my neck.  I only know a couple of people (handful ? haha) that I don’t notice it.  So most likely it isn’t you.  If I stop telling you and you still do it, believe me I still notice.  I’ve just grown tired of trying to correct you and I feel that I’m probably going to stop talking to you soon anyways.

Does that make me a Bitch?

One Time I was hanging out with a friend and spending the night.  Long story short he was drunk tried to get all up in my grill I pushed him off and he called me a BITCH.  I almost punched him.  However,  I was nice enough not to, but I did hold it against him for a couple of …. okay so I still bring it up every once in a while.

Don’t ever call me a bitch for protecting my own body.  I’m sorry for sending awkward signals that may not follow societal norms, but if you took a second to look at my world you would tell most things don’t follow societal norms.

-EPF

*There are probably going to be 15 more blogs that could go into a Book, but I need to stop procrastinating.

This song always makes me happy!!

I’m not me anymore.. Aşa cum nici tu nu mai eşti tu şi nimeni nu mai e aşa cum trebuie să fie pentru că lumea asta e plină doar de proşti ce s-au iubit. Şi mai era scena aia când cerul îmi ploua în suflet şi cuvintele de după ce ai plecat.. cu “don’t look back”. Şi de ce era ploaia de vină?

Nu mai ai nici-un sens amice, şi te-aş ruga să te duci în mami ta, pentru că da..acum  ştiu you were not trying to wreck my life, you were trying to make yours better. Şi acum încerc să use somebody dar nu someone like you and all you know and how you speak. Cineva? Mă ajută şi pe mine cineva?

Şi cu ce era mă ploaia de vină?

Have you ever got tired of taking the high road and being mature about things? I know I have. Shit I am right now. When I was younger I was quick to be ignorant and cuss someone out. Yea most of the time they deserved it but still it was childish and a lot of times I made more of a fool of myself than anything else. So over the years I kind of grew out of that. I mean i still have my moments but I try to keep it cool for the most part.

The thing is here lately I have really been wanting to just go all out. You know just tell everyone about their asses. I feel like I am constantly being the bigger person while everyone else just does whatever the fuck they want. So I was telling my friend that I am going to start simply saying fuck you to everyone who pisses me off.

The smartass at the fast food place who damn near throws your bag at you and then slams the window. Then you check it and of course they fucked your order up. So you got to sit there like a jackass and knock on the window forever. Only for them to snatch your bag and roll their eyes. Still you say nothing because they are making your food and you just want to get home, eat, and chill out. Nope next time I am going to say fuck you bitch give me my money back I am going somewhere else.

Bill collectors who tell you to borrow money to pay for a car that you paid two times the amount it was worth already. Plus it broke down completely so you could barely get to work and they took the mothafucker back anyways. Fuck you.

That smug ass person interviewing you for a job. Yea fuck you too.

The electric company. Fuck ‘em.

Lying ass politicians. Fuck all ya’ll.

The perverted ass old man checking you out while his wife’s head is turned. Fuuuucccckkkk  yoooooouu.

I just want to mouth that shit like they did on observe and report. Not even make a sound just just mouth fuck you to everyone who cuts you off. They will see you caz everyone always looks in their review when they cut someone off to see the other persons reaction. I want them to look right as I am saying the words fuck you. LmFaO.

I mean is it just me or would that not feel so good. Matter of fact I am going to start right now. All these bullshit spam emails I get…. Yep I am going to fuck with them like they do me. Everyday I am going to send them an email in big bold letters saying FUCK YOU. I suggest you all do the same. I mean just to the spam emails not all that other shit. I am probably not going to do any of this but it feels good to talk about it. Seriously though if you read this send an email to the spammers saying fuck you. Maybe we can give them a taste of their own medicine. Shit can I sell their info to someone? Okay that’s another subject.

So anyway am I the only one who feels this way? Of course not.

So, this is our statement of the weekend. Mightmake more sense than posting some smart words….

(c) Janka Schmitz

Sorry I haven’t updated in a while guys. It’s the end of the trimester and I’ve been finishing up last-minute work. Sorry guys

So Thursday. I went to school nothing happened, nah, im lying. Something did happen. So i went to advisement and I’m sitting there when this girl, lets call her Sarah. Sarah comes up to me like “I heard you were talking shit about me, and I don’t play that little kid shit so next time you have something to say, say it to my face” LMFAO. Alright, so first things first, if you were being a big girl, then you would let it roll off your back even if you did hear me say something about you. Second of all, I don’t even know your name (because I didn’t at the time this occurred, because I was never talking about her). So yeah that was an interesting occurrence, high school man, gotta love it. Other than that I did nothing at school.

After school Thursday, I came home and chilled then after I went to get my nails done. I went to a place I normally don’t go because the other place was booked. So I go to this place, as soon as I walk in all the employees stare at me rudely, not asking me if I needed help or anything, bad already, I thought. Then finally the girl was like “what do you want”, I”ll type it again “what do you want”. At this point I should have bounced, but I desperately wanted my nails done. So the small Asian woman yells out “Foo-seh” (Full Set) and a short man waddles out of a curtained area. He comes up to me and we pick that I want sparkle silver tips. We sit down and he starts doing my nails everything was decent. But then at the end, I’m paying 30$, and because I’m using my credit card, they charged me 2$ (original price $28) and he asks for my Drivers licence and writes down my DL number. Odd I thought. I’m pretty sure I’m the victim of identity theft. So that owns.

Today, nothing really too great happened either I was planning to go to a talent show at my old school, but I didn’t feel like it.  Has anyone been to Starbucks lately?  Holiday is my favorite time because of specialty items, like food and drinks. They have Peppermint Mocha, Eggnog, Gingerbread, and, heres the kicker, Caramel Brulee. They’re all delicious. Especially if you get a Caramel Brulee CREME frapaccino. Also, the best part ever CRANBERRY BLISS BARS! Yum Yum Yum. I advise you go get them. I’ve been eating pretty healthy lately, granola in the morning, usually a sandwich or soup at lunch, then a  hard boiled egg or baked sweet potato for dinner. I’ve been looking weight, visibly. It’s awesome. On Monday there’s a job fair at my school, it claims to host the “Top Companies College Students Want To Work For”, so I’m gonna hit that up and see what companies are there, I guess.

Rant & Rave.

So, here goes. I talked to him more. I’m having a really hard time avoiding talking to him, I just can’t do it. Yesterday I asked him did he still love me, and he said “No. Sorry”. This coming from a guy who never calls me by my name but instead “princess, baby, honey”…from a guy who tells me he loves me innumerable times. And he said “No. Sorry” And them my world came crashing down. Good thing we were texting or else it would have been too hard for me.  I was crying a lot, and I took a shower. I went to sleep. Then today, I talked to him and he said that he most likely won’t ever call me and if it is it will be in 2-4 months,  he said he for sure never wants to be in a relationship again, and I need to give him his space. Another thing, when we were dating, he told me his past 2 girlfriends he broke up with both of them. And he had the nerve to tell me he has been in my place before, and I said “No you haven’t because you told me you break up with all your girlfriends, so I guess it’s a pattern”, and he says “Fuck You”. Then I knew he was really serious, he hates me. I don’t know what else to do…I guess I’ll just cut my fingers off, cause I feel like thats the only way I won’t dial his number.

Fuck you, too!

I am sick and tired of Canadians talking about how shitty life is here.

Do we have a functional government? Clean water? Well, we’re doing better than the entire population of Somalia, who has been without a functional government for about 15 years. And I don’t mean like, their elections suck and by some fuck up they elected Stephen Harper. Twice. I mean NO GOVERNMENT TO SPEAK OF. Gangs running the city. Looting, raping, and constant murder. You cannot go into the country (as a white westerner) without armed Ethiopian escort, and even then, there is a very good chance that you will be shot for money, food, whatever. You need to wear a bulletproof vest and independent travel is considered suicidal. This is the most lawless city on Earth, a place that even East Vancouver or the dregs of Toronto doesn’t compare to.

Women can go to school. Awesome. In most places in Afghanistan, that is still a rarity. Are you required, by law, to wear a burka here? As a woman, I enjoy having right and freedoms, like voting and wearing pants. And don’t get me wrong, I have high respect for Islam. I just don’t like the idea of women being treated as cattle or something to be owned. Also, the majority of Afghanistan is a war zone. Not necessarily because of foreign occupation (but, to be fair, that has had a detrimental effect), but it has been involved in a civil war since the late 1970’s. The Soviet (remember them?) invasion didn’t really help things. The topple of the Taliban government in 2001 led by the US just served to cause even more problems.

And hey, gay folks? You can marry here. Visit Sana’a, and you’ll likely be stoned or hung to death. Homosexuality is punishable by death. In fact, homosexuality is illegal in the following countries: Algeria, Libya, Egypt, Morocco, The Gambia, Sudan, Tunisia, Guinea, Liberia, Mauritania, Senegal, Sierra Leone, Nigeria, Togo, Cameroon, Angola, São Tomé and Príncipe, Burundi, Comoros, Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Mauritius, Somalia, Uganda, Tanzania, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Seychelles, Namibia, Botswana, Lesotho, Swaziland, Belize, Antigua and Barbuda, Barbados, Dominica, Jamaica, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Trinidad and Tobago, St Lucia, Guyana, Palastine Turkmenistan, Iran, Uzbekistan, Bahrain, Kuwait, Lebanon, Oman, Yemen, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, UAE, Bhutan, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Iran, Maldives, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, North Korea, Brunei, Malaysia, Myanmar, Singapore, Papua New Guinea, Fiji, Solomon Islands, Kiribati, Nauru, Cook Islands, Samoa, Tonga, and Tuvalu. Most of those places, the penalty is a monetary fine or jail time. However in Yemen, Mauritania, Sudan, Saudi Arabia, UAE, and Iran the penalty is death. That’s legal – not including the abuse you will likely suffer if you are revealed to be gay to the general populace.

Yes, the government has kinks. For one, the Conservative party. Stephen Harper. Our environmental policy could be leagues better, and we need to get our fucking armies our of other countries. Yes, Canada has done some things that no Canadian should be proud of (ie, the mining and displacement of people in Guatamala, the war in Afghanistan, etc). But that by far does not represent the majority of Canada or Canadians. Most of Canada does not want to fight a war. Most Canadians are moral, conscious people who want Canada to be seen as a place of beauty, freedom, pride. I am not going to subscribe to some ‘white person guilt’ because of the happenstance of where I was born. I could have just as easily been born a poor street child in Nairobi. I feel blessed that I grew up with food on the table and a roof over my head. I got to go to school and be educated. I have the option to go to post secondary as many times as I like (provided I have the funds).

Try and fight for the things you believe in, and try and change policy for things you care about. Peaceful protest and talking to the MPs is a good start. Hell, voting is a good start. Sitting back and bitching, complaining that Canada sucks is not progressive or in any way helpful. If you don’t like it, leave. We don’t want you anyway.

I despise people who think communism is the be all and end all and are using it as a way to be ~edgy as fuck~, but don’t know much beyond what they’ve read in their ‘manifestos’. They are incredibly sheltered, and often do not practice what they preach. Nine times outta ten, they have never encountered fascism or oppression in their lives.

Because communism is working so well for North Korea, am I right?

De här har ständigt legat i min spellista de senaste veckorna (eller mer), presenterade i stigande ordning enligt det totala antalet genomlyssningar:

9: This One’s For You med Fläskkvartetten och Robyn (6 lyssningar). Voices of Eden har flera bra gästspel, men den här är min favorit för tillfället.

8: Dschinghis Khan med Dschinghis Khan (8 lyssningar). En schlagerklassiker från -79 som fortfarande är kul. Trots att jag bara förstår något enstaka ord har jag utbyte av de säkert fåniga men fonetiskt lyckade ordvändningarna i texten.

7: 0918.00 med Tarmvred (15 lyssningar). Jag vet inget mer om Tarmvred än att det är någon svensk snubbe, från Göteborg tror jag. (Jag är för lat för att googla just nu.) Egentligen gillar jag IntraventrikulärBrosch bättre (80 lyssningar), men den får vila för tillfället.

6: Getinghonung Pronvencale med Hot Soup (16 lyssningar). Hot Soup vet jag ännu mindre om. Jag köpte deras skiva med Cornelis-tolkningar på måfå och den här är den enda jag fastnat riktigt för, men den är å andra sidan riktigt bra.

5: Fuck You med Lilly Allen (19 lyssningar). Den här hittade jag via Sommar med… någon sportsnubbe tror jag det var. En tennisspelare kanske? Precis som med flera av Nellie McKays låtar gillar jag kontrasten mellan den softa musiken och den riviga texten. Den skulle passa bra till ett bildmontage av Jimmie Åkesson, Göran Hägglund och några andra intoleransmånglare.

4: A Fifth of Beethoven med Walter Murphy & the Big Apple Band (31 lyssningar). En perfekt mix av Beethoven och lite skönt sjuttiotalsgung.

3: Jag sitter i dig med Freddie Wadling (65 lyssningar). En av de tre bästa låtarna från Jag är monstret. (De andra är Disko Kebab och titellåten.) Å andra sidan är det bara Bär ut mig, käre Jesus som jag inte tyckte var en bra låt på den skivan.

2: The Hand That Feeds med Nine Inch Nails (121 lyssningar). Riktigt bra rock helt enkelt. Jag kan inte sitta still när jag hör den.

1: Ghost of Love med David Lynch (140 lyssningar). Från filmen Inland Empire. Trots att texten är väldigt repetitiv lyckas David Lynch (som framför den med hjälp av en Vocoder eller liknande) få varje rad att låta intressant.
Strange…
what love does
So strange…
ah what love does
So strange what love does
when you’re all alone

Finns på DuTuben:

i still haven’t get over this hatred.

And here’s the video to prove it:

Seriously, the fact that an animal is murdered so that you steak-guzzling arseholes can continue to indulge your “tastes” (lust for cruelty) just isn’t enough? You have to figure out how to fucking torture it so then you can eat it? That’s fucked up man.

Deep frying a creature that’s still breathing has just convinced me (yet again) that there truly is no hope for humans and the only peace our poor planet will ever get is when ever last piece-of-shit-human (even yours truly) is dead and rotting. Even then expect environmental fallout as (the better part of) 7 billion arseholes fester and rot under the sun.

Fucking meat eaters. Seriously, fuck you, murderous, torturing arseholes. I hope you choke on your Big Mac.

Via Huffington Post

because i don’t.

<3 j.bee

at this moment,at this point of time,i can’t help but tell you how fucking much i hate you.i hate you to the extend that if i’m given an opportunity to see you now i will travel to where you live and punch you till you bleed black.smear your blood all over your house and scream my lungs out.i hate you so much.your everything boils my blood it melts my skin.

fuck,if it wasn’t for dr lim,i swear i would’ve cut myself crazy.FUCK YOU!

It’s a Thanksgiving miracle!

Not really.

Even as her friends and contemporaries die around her, Too Good for Dirt Liz can’t seem to take the subtle hint.

Thus I am putting together an online petition and will be gathering signatures urging Ms. Taylor to do the right thing and die of natural causes immediately.

When I have gathered 3 or 4 signatures I will present the petition to her in the guise of some shitty award because thats all that actors and actresses care about.

Jennifer Aniston wouldn’t piss on her mother if she was on fire but she’d use babies for shoes and run down to the food court at the mall to collect the Best Actress….(Oh Sorry We Meant The Dog)…In A Dog Movie award.

Anyway, I’m sick of posting Liz Taylor pics so here’s this.

Amy Sedaris’s homemade cheese balls can be purchased at The Gourmet Garage in Greenwich Village.

I tried a Lil’ Smokey a few years back and it was yummy…..exactly the kind of yummy that Liz Taylor could choke to death on while her assistants silently look on while forming an unspoken pact.

I might suggest leaving a few along the baseboards of Liz’s mansion.

If you’re reading this, you’re a fucking loser.  This blog sucks and nothing good will ever happen here.

Your Dad likes to listen to this song when midgets flog his poon.

Here’s your mom.

IMPORTANT UPDATE!!! [MCPO]

Your brother’s soccer career sucks!