Awww... I feel so bad for you, buddy. Here, watch this and cheer up...

I know you want to know what I am thinking. STFU pretty much sums it up. That, and no dress ever “makes you look fat,” that would be the floppy wing things under your arms. Doesn’t matter, because I have Guy Goggles and only see that hot babe I fell for over a lifetime ago...

Behave Elmo... or else...

This was one of the two things that came to mind immediately... this was the other...

Great heaping mounds of Wrong. Just... wrong.

Her eyes (up here, fellas) indicate that she is in a fair amount of back pain. Reduction surgery may be needed.

Defecating on the family... not a horror story to those of us who wish we could pull off that single glorious moment... “Would everyone gather in the library? We will be serving after dinner drinks and offering tens and twenties with which to light your combustibles. Never mind the sound of the locking door. I will be…

This one has shape. The other has Zero.

And in this corner...

Goofy fun from the man that brought us Robocop. Watch them one after the other (really it doesn’t matter which one plays first) and see what should have been a much longer career wink at us from .... the 90’s. That is depressing....

My dad would call me “Fats” like Minnesota or Domino.

Obligatory. Would have gone with Clapton but obvious and obligatory are two different things. Besides, everyone benefits from a little Bolin in the mornin’.

Interesting set, although I wonder about people that can watch Salo (at all) but cannot watch Martyrs more than once. Or any of the Human Centipede sequences...

... I have to clean my keyboard now...

Yes, but does she have the balls?

That was the second one, right? Part V?

While it obviously isn’t the case at this moment, I have been limiting the amount of internet usage more and more to disconnect fully from the world. Music helps; if I don’t go back to sleep I can at least chill to good sounds.

I don’t like people much and try to avoid them which eliminates the shoulder surfing eavesdropping visual hacking or whatever the hell you have to call it.

I am old, fat, married... and I just fell in love with a young lady called Skip... “so my plane just crashed” Oh. God. I am so happy that she had the presence of my to keep it short, sweet and directly to the point. Happier she is still here.