Some ads, a blog; and the blatant misuse of a semicolon.
To me, Lenny Kravitz is hit and miss. Kinda like unprotected sex with Nicole Kidman. Alright, maybe that’s not the right comparison. But he did put out Always On The Run which was funky and groovy and one of the best instrumental endings of any track I’ve ever heard. Even Slash makes a cameo on [...]
Let me begin by saying that I don’t hate Tom Petty. To be honest, I quite enjoy some of his tracks including Don’t Come Around Here No More, You Got Lucky, and Here Comes My Girl to name three.
And sure, Tom Petty looks like Pat Benatar but at least he didn’t write Hit Me [...]
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The moral of this post? Zoe eats a lot. Good thing meat candles are healthy.
Thanks for grinding in the wave pool. You taught my son what love is and you gave me something to look at besides waves.
Although you’re both in your 40s and unattractive and flabby and toothless and heavily tattooed, I did get a kick out of watching the hunger and lust in all four of your [...]
I don’t love Tim Horton’s coffee. It taste oily and weak and rarely makes me feel like I’m awake. But there’s a Tim Horton’s on my way into work, and for the most part, the coffee does its job. In a barely caffeinated and oily kind of a way.
Now, I’m all one for free shit. [...]
My mom has a boyfriend. His name is Freddie. He owns a gun or seven. He makes me laugh, but rarely out loud. Sometimes he sends me emails that scare me. I get so frightened I shake – without the rattling or the rolling. I’ve copied and pasted one of Freddie’s gems, from a month [...]
My son Zachary likes to hold is pee. I tell him it’s silly but he does it anyway. I tell him it feels good to pee and when you pee it’s like ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and then you can go on with your day but he always answers back I don’t have to pee, dad.
Then I [...]
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The moral of this post? Blogging is so easy, even a 4 year-old can do it. ffbasfikasfbnsfksmfsfsfsffsks fsbfks (Oh sorry Zach, I meant a 4 and a half year-old.)
These ideas are so goddamn good, that I’m hoping, in the sneakiest way possible, that you will forget that I had absolutely nothing to do with any of them and you will tell all your friends how wonderful these are and how brilliantly creative I am, and then they’ll come on here and tell their [...]