Of course you do. Which makes today a second Christmas. Today sees the release of ESPN’s annual Body issue. A celebration of the naked, athletic form that I like to pretend isn’t just straight up about perving on naked rugby players.
Today was the 2015 NHL entry draft and I, being a proud and Lazy Canadian, watched most of it. Here, now, is the important listing of the 10 best names of players taken in the draft:
Well, yes, more than just one. But I’ve got one that I need to ask advice on. After all, I’ve been there in the past to offer incredibly unhelpful advice to all of you. Well, probably not all of you. Most of you have probably never seen me post here. It seems to be a bit of a changing roster here.
So last night me and the ol’ Boyfriend decided to hit the clubs in the first time in forever. Aside from feeling tragically, terribly old(Seriously, when did they start letting young children into bars? I want to call their parents. Especially on the 20 year old-ish hot ones) it was actually a terrific night of fun.
Sorry, I just needed a place to internet swear because they don’t let me do that where I talk hockey.
I will be using this blog simply as a dumping ground for links to things I read and like.
Well, it’s been many a month since I last wrote an edition of Dr. B.L. Honey’s Useless Advice for Today’s Harlot and many things have changed. I of course am noticeably more tan, having spent the last several months at sea aboard the majestic ocean liner The Oaken Phallus. Leaving home with only my man-servant Raoul…
So here's something I was stewing over inspired by the Homophobic Cabbie post on the MP. It's a story from my past that I've always felt weird about but never really known what to do about.
On posts where the subject matter is weddings, child rearing, personal grooming, sex and/or relationships. I'll do it in two sentences too.
What's up Groupthink. Won't you join me yet again for another edition of my yearly trade deadline flu? Yes, that's right. I've put on my best sick voice for my boss, I have half of a Veal Parmigiana sandwich and half of a Meatball sandwich in the fridge. The sodastream is full and the room is quiet because my…
Interestingly, at my Oscar shindig last night, this was the topic of the most contention last night(well, that and how much you'd want to date NPH. The room was pretty divided on delightful vs. exhausting). So I thought I'd put the question to you folks.
I can't lie, it got a little tense in the Bears living room after that 5-4 goal. Swear words may have been uttered. Eventually, that calm, steady possession game(and the ever present knowledge that I was losing it over a game being played by a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds) brought things back to where they were.
Like, is it "Yes please" or "Thanks mom!"?
Because I sure do!
The first man I ever told I was gay was a guy named Ken. Ken was my Big Brother. Not my actual Big Brother but the guy that the fraternity I'd pledged had assigned to me in the role. He was supposed to look out for me, show me around campus, be someone I could call if I had any questions regarding the pledging stuff.…
So, it's been a few years since Wade, Rembrandt, the Professor and I began sliding between dimensions and we've seen some pretty crazy things in our adventures but this world that we've landed in seems to be by far the most interesting. It seems like in this universe everything is the same as my home universe except…
So, near The Professor's and my house there is a corner market run by a portugese family. Not a convienience store mind you. They don't sell bags of skittles* and bottles of coke. They sell food. Real food. Tomatoes and real capicollo(they make amazing sandwiches) and these really weird Italian hard candies that are…
Every fucking summer. Every god damn stupid summer I forget just how lousy an experience this is and convince myself that it's actually somewhat decent and that being a fan of this stupid fucking team has it's bright points.
What with the changes to Kinja today in the form of that neat new side bar has anyone else noticed they've been bumped from the black to the grey on the main site or anything similarly screwy? That's happened to me this morning and I can't really think of why.
Seriously, I mean, I am loving every single aspect of it. Easily my favourite new comedy in years(since Archer? Bob's Burgers?). Mainly though, Kether Donohue is someone I am just straight out crushing-but-not-sexual-crushing-who-am-I-kidding-nobody-is-that-gay-crushing on. I mean, you all should watch it now that…