All I want to know is his thoughts of Big Ang, and does he still see his douchebag, deadbeat dad?

Thank you for this. I’m bipolar and it drives me nuts when people who love me ask, when I’m sad, or excited, or nervous, or worried, if I’m off my meds. First, I’m allowed emotion outside of monotone, flat, bland agreeability. And second, maybe I fucking am, but every feeling I have off of lithium isn’t only because…

To be honest, even when Morrissey is singing shit that is absolutely ridiculous, like on this latest album with “The Bullfighter Dies” (no, Morrissey, I would not cheer for the bull killing the bullfighter, the fuck is wrong with you dude!), the song is still pretty fucking good. I like the song in spite of his…

The Internet is TOTALLY qualified to diagnose things. Just look at Fitbit baby. So let’s play what do I have:

No shame. I loved them too. Come sit in this lonely corner with me and we can sing “Here’s to Tonight” in two-part harmony.

The same guy that wrote that one also wrote another one, Animal Farm. It’s about some smart pigs. Sorta like Charlotte’s Web without the spider.

I loved Eve 6.

Not to mention: Who would have though a junked out crazy person would make such shitty music? I mean, look at Steve Earle? I mean seven marriages, two kids that don’t speak to him and some jail time, but the music is solid.

To me, what it comes down to is this:

In a fit of jealousy, Jimmy Fallon photoshopped the muscles off of Ronda and onto himself.

Looking at homeless people IS gross but I don’t see him putting forth any solutions. Luckily I actually have a plan for that problem!!!

As the husband of a woman with depression - it’s always to be taken seriously. Life is tough. But when your body and mind decide they want to fight you, it’s even worse.

Ah, wait... this one is better. I lost the ghostiness too much in the first one.

I’m so happy it’s a slow day at work.

How the visit probably went down

Why stare at thumb monkey when you can watch one get combed with a toothbrush.

I want, like, a ball pool of them. Just a big tank, maybe three feet deep, filled with giant bunnies. Doable, right?

Love of Flemish bunnies cost me my right to go to the South Florida State Fair. It wasn’t that big of a temper tantrum.