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It was the "Mad About You" of the 70s.

I hear female presidents do the emails and whatnot. I just can't cotton to that.

On my 30th birthday I was almost drown in a flash flood while camping. Here's hoping this new Blade Runner movie is more enjoyable than that.

Developing software is hard. I'm always pleased when companies push back the release instead of releasing crap, but on schedule.

Briebart.com wants to know why the hell it couldn't have been a white bolt.

Except for that one episode that guess starred the suburbs of Philly.

That'll give you more time this Spring to spend with your hand-crafted artisanal strap-on. Just keep it out of the dishwasher.

#4 Reproduction.

Don't forget semi-literate adults and emotionally stunted man-children.

Honest. I've known some genuine Christians in my time. However, they've all voted for the pussy grabber now so perhaps I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.

Around the same time I did… next question!

RE: God Guns & Trump

I'm salaried. So, no.

Why should we care? All our troubles will be over.

"Fuckin' 2016," mutters death. "It's just like that time earlier this year when I was aiming for Morris Day but I hit Prince instead."

Requiring America's employers to treat their workers with respect and consideration is considered to be a long step towards Stalinism by large swathes of the American electorate. As a people, we crave pointless cruelty.

It's 2016. I can monitor this stuff from my phone. The point is, I'll need to remain sober ALL FUCKING DAY.

We have extremely important processes that run on Sunday and they must be monitored because if they fail it could put us out of business. Of course, it's my turn on December 25th.

I know. I;m tilting at windmills on this point.

I know. But this is so obviously paid content that I couldn't resist being an asshole about it.