They can repeat any dialogue from any DVD boxset ever released in the history of sitting on the couch and merging disgustingly into the same sweaty delivery pizza sweating, cat litter stinking, 8 years into this and still no kids, crazed relationship of a catastrophe of disappointment.Comments/Enlarge |
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I’ve got no clue what homos are planning to do with marriage once they’ve gotten the go-ahead, but considering the tan-creamed, Malibu-Barbie tumor we’ve let it become, they’ve got their work cut out for them.Comments/Enlarge |
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I'm in a band. And part of what comes with being in a band is dealing with creeps, losers, and stalkers (ask the Rapture about that-holy shit). Fortunately, I haven't dealt with many of them personally, but Jenn Kitt, a former bandmate of mine, almost went nuts because of it....
