Tag Archive: get off my lawn

Nov 29

The savior was bore on the wings of flamingos.

My living room looks a Christmas emporium projectile vomited. The intent was to decorate the tree on Sunday, but between Turkey hangover, Christmas shopping, and the inevitable fatigue that sets in whenever you get a haircut (anyone know why that is?) it didn’t happen. I’ll get there sometime, but right now, you can’t make me. …

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Oct 04

Your ambition may be pre-mature.

Trust me - i'm a doctuuuuuur.

They should license people to deliver a righteous reality check of a bitch slap to people like this. Hell, they should make it a doctorate. It will be the closest most of these flaming dickwhistles get to anything resembling the medical profession, short of becoming an anatomical research dummy.

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