All I can think is, what does it taste like? For some reason I keep thinking of Haggis...
All I can think is, what does it taste like? For some reason I keep thinking of Haggis...
I think this is a truly brilliant, visionary idea. I mean, it's a well known fact that there are only a few select places on the internet in which to view pornography. People are bound to be so desperate for new content that they'll gladly view the graphic animal pics in between rounds of wanking to…
I wish that I could be shocked by this. But this is just the status quo being maintained. If you're white, male, and rich, you can away with pretty much anything, especially if your victim is underprivileged in any way (race, sex, mental disability, etc). Unless you do it in front of 50 impartial witness, on tape,…
An uncooperative female quickly puts a stop to this activity, in which case the male leaves without bothering her further.
Another day, another man with his head shoved so far up his own ass he's farting Dixie out his mouth. Why let a little thing like a basic understanding of how our society works get in the way of your own sense of entitlement? WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE POOR, POOR MEN! Women always lie about assault, and men never…
Which is kind of ironic given the subject of Gwyneth's 90's romcom Sliding Doors, in which one version of her misses her train by seconds and another version of her makes it because a mom pulls her bratty daughter out of the way and Gwyn doesn't have to dodge around her, and then for the rest of the movie we follow…
I'm just happy there's a positive cat related story to come out of Nebraska. Google 'cat bong nebraska'. I dare you.
I'm not crying, it's raining on my face.
Almost ten years ago now, several different adults, who'd spent decades in therapy with different therapists in different states, and who had no provable contact with each other, decided they were ready to come forward and accuse the principal of my former Lutheran middle school of molestation. Shortly thereafter,…
Almost ten years ago now, several different adults, who'd spent decades in therapy with different therapists in different states, and who had no provable contact with each other, decided they were ready to come forward and accuse the principal of my former Lutheran middle school of molestation. Shortly thereafter,…