I find it very easy to not play or purchase, or listen to, R. Kelly’s music, as well as Chris Browns.

People need to have a party for everything these days.
We got engaged! Let’s have a party!
We got married! Let’s have a party!
We got pregnant! Let’s have a party!
We know what kind of baby we are having! Let’s have a party!
Baby came out! Let’s have a party!
Baby is a month old! Let’s have a party!
Baby is a year old! Let’s…

Sorry. I’m making chicken quesadillas tonight, with my non-tenderman. He’s nice though, just not damp-handed.

This makes me happy that I am a heathen.

The Tenderman looks at you over the chips and salsa of the crap Mexican restaurant that he chose for your date, tilts his head to left, gives a sigh, and a smile.

I don’t hate the kid. I hate his dad.

I would think that Walter Cronkite would put out his cigarette out on Gorka’s forehead if he had to interview him.

I lived in Athens, GA when Widespread Panic first started (I’m an oldish), and my music preference is much more punk, metal, Jesus Lizard, Butthole Surfers, whatever Steve Albini is doing, Blues Explosion, that stuff. Anywho, there would be shows where things mixed, and there was this fucking hippie that smelled and…

“We are a men’s club with all races, religions, and sexual preferences contained in our ranks.”

so many lies it is hard to keep track...

Why not just shop at Archee McPhee? That’s where all the good shit is.

Why not just shop at Archee McPhee? That’s where all the good shit is.

I want to know what laws I am breaking every day. I know I am not following my diet, but that isn’t really law.

And where do they stand if a female Muslim reporter wearing a hijab or a niqab wanted entry to the House? I am sure that a burka is right out.

I just put my headphones on and it is Revolting Cocks covering “ Do You Think I’m Sexy.” I love when life syncs.

That guy has the perfect piehole.

But will Naomi be as adept as throwing phones through the written word?

Dude on the right up there is ready to kill you and wear your skin.

I love watching The Tour - getting up early on a summer morning, listening to the sweet, calm voice of Phil Leggett, and watching dudes with freaky legs.

I’ve been iffy on watching La La Land, and now I am more inclined to stay away. Maybe it will be this decades “Titanic” for me?

Ansel Egoet is the new Miles Teller. ew.