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Awesome! VoteRideshares

2012-09-21T11:00:00.000-05:00

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In Deference To Others: The Aftermath of Change

2012-09-20T22:02:00.002-05:00

"I feel so good right now, so good. My mind is clear, my body feels awesome, JR and I had the greatest sex last night, no fighting or anything. I just feel so wonderful - and I'm so happy to have you watching my back."

One phone call and I knew that things had changed. With one call from our third roommate I had proof that my letter had made a difference, that standing up and speaking directly to the issues could provide the bit of momentum that is required to change a life. It's not that he had wanted to be partying all the time, not that he loved coke or staying out 'til 3am and then skipping work, things just ended up that way. He had folded to the desires of others, those desires which we unconciously allow ourselves to follow even though the path which they lead down is visible - and dangerous. His situation was also unique because of a divorce that was unfolding as his first gay relationship in 10 years was growing, he had married his fag-hag and had a beautiful child - but the facade could not be maintained, and things were being dissolved. What's interesting is that his boyfriend was the influence for all the drugs and drink, their schedules diverging because of B's professional engagements, and JR's managerial role at said underwhelming bar/grill. A bit of turbulence when the issue of settling down was raised occured between the two of them. I bowed to their issues and gave as much support to my roommate as I could, niether encouraging him to change his relationship with JR, or change his relationship with me... all I reminded him of constantly was how strong he was to stand up for his own health and sanity, and how little change his life really required to be amazing. For if we can't see how easy it is to be happy in our lives, then we will never take the steps that can lead us to happiness.

Which brings me to John, the other roommate, who has - thus far - remained out of this post, even though he is the reason for it. I wanted to tell the story about B and his transformation that came about during the middle of January. Our move into the new house has disrupted all of our past schedules and habits, but also provided a fresh foundation for awesome times and a funky pad located close to all the gay hotspots of Cleveland (which aren't all that hot, but whatever, at least they're gay). John, it troubles me to say, hasn't quite accepted that a fresh start is what we need, and he's brought along his horrible habits - ghetto attitude of irrational entitlement - and dirt-ball stoner/loser habits. That description sounds rough, so how about I build a little background picture for you...

John: The Man Who Wasn't (a Man That is...)

Time is everything...

2012-09-20T22:02:00.001-05:00

We are all just spending our time trying to save every last bit of it, all our generations past and present toiled to pass along the knowledge needed to sustain life - from the accumulated capital, the stores of knowledge inside books, down to the ancient hieroglyphics of the first civilizations we have found... time remains locked inside the bits of the past that surround us... and we can spend our days being miserable at the time we've wasted in not sustaining life, enjoying the living, breathing world around us. A child's simplicity is the time to incultate this knowledge, lest our will be sacrificed to those of another - this is why civilizations emerge, form bands of like-minded people building glorious structures towards maintaining and promoting life - the human struggle of evolution is merely the knowledge of millenniums of prior organization schemes failing to find a self-reproducing scheme for time... a scheme which may seem simple if you believe that time comes only from the physical representation of life. The law of entropy will eventually engulf all forms of organization - including that of our earth. The final vestiges of ancient knowledge have been rested from the hands of our physical bodies by our tormented spiritual worlds, our inner stores of knowledge, on a cellular level, commanded by our minds but directing the mass of cells which comprise our being to seek ever more complex solutions for extending time into infinity. This is the spiritual dream so many of us feel in our hearts, the journey so many of us seek to attain, the power so few of us grasp at would mean commanding the cells of many other complex organisms to sustain in perpetuity time and it's entrancing effects. Complex organization is the name of the game, it is why natural law exists, it explains the how of the why... and the why itself is time. I finally know what that old man was telling me so many, many years ago... when I was so desperate for anything human - any connection real - to find that merely enjoying my time until the end of this existence is the key to happiness, success - well, money is our developed source of time and represents the stored labour of ourselves and others - being pressed into service for use now. It is how time-based beings, who understand that our continued existence is merely the ever-aching grasp towards perpetuity of form, build and maintian the structures around us meant to sustain future generations long enough to figure out how to supply them the knowledge of everything without the knowledge to destroy it all. That is why the ancient records appear - the knolwedge lost until generations upon generations can see the simple truths - that time is for saving, time is for cherishing, time is for loving and moving endlessly forward, for without it we die, civilizations that feed on energy of a thousand generations of day and night find in the end, before it is all too late, that this is time - that the dying of our star, the entropy of our life giving force, is bound to reset everything to repeat again until a self-reinforcing system of organization, an endless time, the essence of conciousness, can be maintained... this is what the wars over resources and knowledge and the structures we leave behind mean... they are our glorious song to the wonders of time, our shared misery at having wasted it, our shared fear of never knowing it... the torment of memory and the utter bliss of the endless possibilities left to us to experiment, to find the simple combination that makes complex organization as utterly far advanced as any living thing, the essence of what we all know we must cherish, towards time. Thus we experience the aging of our solar system like the aging of our populations, steered towards the possible means of understanding this great, simple, wisdom - but never able to acheive it. The Folly and Beauty of Man.

Blowing Bubbles and The Wisdom of Grumpy Old Men

2012-09-20T22:02:00.000-05:00

I've been experiencing something of a rebirth lately. Perhaps it's the changes to my diet freeing my soul from the torment I put it through, or a glint of light caught from the heap of experiences I'd thought were merely rusted out clunker memories. Whatever it may be it has awakened my soul from it's forced hibernation, and rekindled a fire for exploration, change and hope. It's drawn lines between the knowledge I've spent years attaining, which I'd thought was merely a good way to while away my hours on the Earth, and the experiences of people who come into my life for whatever brief moment of existence. This is the tale of a very grumpy man, and the truth that gets obscured by our self-centered political class.

Bubble Blowing and The Wisdom of Old Men

Most people have never heard of the Austrian School of Economics, the reasons why could probably be debated into infinity, but they have most likely heard of the Austrian School's political off-shoot - Libertarianism. The fundamental principles of the Austrian School speak to man's ultimate power to determine his own economic fate when left to his own devices. Men (and women too of course) of all talents have, in several long and glorious periods of human history, been left to determine the outcome of their lives and that of their families with fairly little intervention from outside compulsions. It was the way the original inhabitants of America lived, self-sufficient Native American families drew upon the in-born talents of their members to produce the stuff of life, and lived peacably within local tribes with whom they traded their abudant resources for those they may have lacked in. In modern American history there have been brief periods of this self-determination, immediately after the revolutionary war and upon the failing of the various schemes for federal control in the 1800's men's lives were their own to craft, the right to success or failure was theirs to pursue. In the early 1900's however, a curious but deliberatly steered intellectualism rose to the fore, funded and promoted by men whose names are still heralded more than a century later. These were self-made men, who took opportunities and put to use new technologies that brought them immense personal fortunes, and the power that comes with such riches. At the height of their power, and with the connections and knowledge at their disposal, they constructed a global system meant to 'freeze time' and ensure their permanent grasp on the power and wealth they'd acheived. This system is called Fractional Reserve Central Banking and it survives to this day in a form not far from that which it was created in.

Now you may be wondering at this point what the Austrian School, Native Americans, 19th century Industrialists and myself could possibly have connecting us. Let me tell you my brief experience with the grumpy old man in the title, and how he flicked the switch in my mind that shed light on the practices of the past which have gotten us to where we are today.

I began volunteering with a political action campaign in Cleveland in June of 2009. Initially I'd been signed up to do simple computer work for them, but I was prodded into joining an on-the-ground effort to explain our cause door-to-door, and collect signed postcards to be mailed to city council members

Chik-fil-a is still hatin' gays!

2012-09-20T21:43:00.003-05:00

Although Chick-fil-A supposedly assured a Chicago alderman that it would stop donating to antigay groups, this week it held a fundraiser for one anyway.
The fast food chain promised in a letter to Alderman Proco "Joe" Moreno, reported by the Chicago Phoenix, that it would end giving to any groups with "political agendas," implying it had stopped a practice that had led to about $5 million for antigay groups. But there might be a loophole.

Read the rest at The Advocate >

My new games, now on the Google Play Store!

2012-09-20T20:52:00.001-05:00

You can fill your Android phone with political in-correctness this election season. Vote with your download right now! To go red, download Whack-A-Bama HERE. If you're feeling a little more left-ish, get Whack-A-Romney HERE!

Gay Jesus: Season One

2012-09-20T20:45:00.000-05:00

S.1:E.1 - Welcome Back Jesus!

In this episode Gay Jesus returns to the Earth to find that things aren't quite the same as when he left. Alone and confused, finding himself shunned on the streets GJ gets threatened by a gang of street toughs, only to be saved by a binaca-welding gay hairdresser who gives him the rundown of life in modern America - as well as a fabulous new look. Armed with style and a gaggle of new gay friends, GJ sets out to see why he's been sent to the world this time

So many hot men, so little time...

2012-09-20T20:43:00.001-05:00

My friend Dan has the perfect blog for a lazy X-Rated afternoon... http://dannation.org/

One sexy naked man, covered in paint.

Or try Tim Tebow shirtless, even though he's not my cup of tea.

Many more at Dan's awesome gay blog about San Francisco!

Since everyone loves dental dams...

2012-09-20T20:39:00.000-05:00

Check out all these great dental dams!

I know it isn't as great as a picture of a slightly-dykey woman sucking a dental dam through her mouth, which you can check out elsewhere on this blog.

Remember September...

2012-09-05T19:13:00.000-05:00

Hey Sister...

2011-11-24T21:37:00.000-05:00

Maybe you should clear off the table first.

Explaining Rick Warren and Uganda... A Brief Introduction

2010-01-08T15:03:00.004-05:00

This recent article in the New York Times prompted some questions from a friend of mine... here's the best explanation I could come up with.

Ben: "WTF is that article all about?"

Me: "It goes like this... Rick Warren and a bunch of his evangelical thugs from questionably non-profit mega-churches around the US have spent the money they earn suckering braindead christians to travel the African continent spreading their message of fear and hate. After telling the world that "Uganda would be the first Purpose-Driven Nation" (named after his string of obnoxious and patronizing tomes) Rick Warren's crusaders embarked on a radical propaganda campaign aimed at instituting a christian theocracy throughout the continent. After years of public speeches that demonize any divergence from the binary sex divisions that western theology is so enamored with as work of the devil, it should come as no surprise that the corrupt ruling elite in several nations began instituting laws straight out of the dark ages. Uganda is the most strident in it's application - nominating several bills to parliament that include criminalization of homosexual acts, mandatory death sentences for AIDS patients and other abhorrent legal prescriptions. In many other nations on the continent there has been a revival of 'witch burnings', which essentially amount to torturing and burning alive any outcasts (or anyone unlucky enough to have suspicion turn their way) when negative events occur. The continent is also suffering under the yoke of religious condemnation of condoms, family planning and higher education... leading to ever more suffering, cheered along by fascists like Rick Warren and his money grubbing brethren. It often makes me wonder who people like him are really working for, and it definitely shines a light on who I should be working against..."

Anyone else think they can explain it better??

HRC - Hollow Rhetorical Crap

2009-12-16T08:54:00.002-05:00

I'd take the time to explain why I'm against gay marriage, fighting the imposition of hetero-normative behaviors and offended at being lumped together with dykes, trannies and other assorted weirdos when being addressed as a demographic - but that would take much more time than I have this morning. So this post will simply become the repository of anti-assimilation queer links. Enjoy loves.

Head here if you want to read some well-developed critiques of the day-to-day political games being played against you.

A heated argument is brewing about the backroom dealings of HRC ~~apologists~~ lobbyists in their capitulation to adulation.

Want some Astroturf with your healthcare reform?

2009-07-09T13:31:00.002-05:00

Just received a handy email from my health insurace provider at work. They've encouraged me to join their Facebook group and register with their creepy Astroturf website, where they ask for all my details - and provide none of their own!

So in the spirit of ACTUAL grassroots action, I've begun my own Facebook group, with an open discussion wall and upfront documentation of the healthcare industries dirty secrets. Why don't you visit it and join up?

Join the group today!

Lyrics - Little Dead Bodies by Algebra Suicide

2009-05-22T16:34:00.003-05:00

I just returned from two weeks in California, the first week was spent in San Francisco where I was introduced to my new life-changing music group, Algebra Suicide. My dream is to produce a tribute track to this song, one of their larger hits in the 80's, which has intense messages that I relate to - as well as a sober examination of the banality of death when compared to living. Upon returning to beautiful Cleveland, Ohio I could not find the lyrics anywhere online, which saddened me and made the whole tribute-track idea more difficult... So here's my busy-body contribution to global knowledge.

Little Dead Bodies

written by Lydia Tomkiw, music by Don Hedeker

from the album The Secret Like Crazy

How right you are dear Paul,

that we hear of famous people's deaths while on vacation.

Perhaps it's so their funerals are not too crowded,

with their loyal fans being out of town and all.

Those celebrities are pretty clever.

I've heard that someone's born every 8 second,

so I presume that someone dies every 8 seconds just to keep things even.

It makes me feel shortchanged when I read the obituary page,

someone's holding back information.

It also prompts me to flip through the telephone directory on sleepless nights saying

over, and over, and over again - Yep. You're all going, every last one of you.

Wow, Heaven must be a big place.

I don't know too many dead people,

but folks tell me I'm young.

When my grandfather died he was laid out in the Bubb funeral home,

and I was secretly glad Mr. Bubb didn't change his name to something more romantic,

when he went into business.

I just wish it was less memorable.

My highschool locker partner Ned worked part-time for a mortician.

Imagine dressing dead people, straightenening their ties and fluffing up their hair so you can afford to take a girl out to the movies on Saturday night.

Well that's love.

That's, adolescent desperation.

I would have been honored to have Ned take me to the movies and let him buy me popcorn.

Instead, I went out with a boy who died.

The hardest part was knowing that his body didn't just disappear on the bed the moment he left.

I think that's what keeps me off of suicide,

the idea that there's something left for someone else to clean up.

How rude and inconsiderate.

It's a pain to take out the weekly trash, let alone figure out what to do with over a hundred pounds of flesh that's about to go bad.

The even worse, in India, where there's a religious cult which believes you shouldn't desecrate any of the elements with the dead.

They can't be buried, or burned, they can't be cast out to sea.

So they're taken to the top of the tower of silence where they become the vulture's problem.

How's that for passin' the buck.

No. When I go, I want to go clean.

Convienient, leaving no mess.

As if I vaporized while taking a shower.

As if I moved to Antarctica leaving, no forwarding address.

Election-Fraud Scans

2008-09-15T19:10:00.005-05:00

Read this post to find out more!

Republican Party Snares Me in Nefarious Vote-Stealing Plot

2008-09-15T18:48:00.004-05:00

And this time it's really no exaggeration. I recently registered to vote in my home county of Cuyahoga (Cleveland, OH), received confirmation, and even applied for an absentee ballot by mail. Today, however, the funniest thing arrives at my home. It's addressed to me, at my current address. Seems to be a flyer urging me to vote against taxes. It even includes absentee ballot applications, two of them! Luckily I've already applied for my absentee ballot, I used the official form mailed to me when my registration confirmation arrived. This pair of applications were helpfully provided to me by the Republican Part of Ohio - pre-addressed (although still requiring a stamp) to simply drop in the mail and send off to..... the County Board of Elections in Painesville, my parent's county where I first registered at age 18.

What follows are scans of the nearly two feet of paper urging me to vote by mail in the wrong district, please analyze...

What's good?

2008-07-28T19:44:00.002-05:00

The Keywords that drive this site...

2008-05-15T08:23:00.002-05:00

Uhm... Just a little FYI - for your information...

All I gotta say is...

2008-05-15T07:27:00.001-05:00

http://manbabies.com/

Depression, Disney and Mind-Control Capitalism

2008-04-23T10:55:00.004-05:00

A recent study I just spotted here points to the fact that fairness is an inherent value in human beings. The deep, reptilian reward centers of our brains respond to an equitable resolution to division of resources.

This led me to wonder how, on a macro scale, this property of our evolution has been impacted by modern society. Developments in the past 30 years have done away with what's fondly looked upon by history as the shared burden, and shared glory of the rise of American society. It's also been said that we've been living in the rise of an economic system that could be described as Gotcha Capitalism, whereby the standard mode of operation is for every societal exchange be designed to screw you, the individual, as much as possible.

Take, for example, the everyday banking institution. By definition a bank profits from the interest charged on loans made upon what is essentially imaginary sums of money. This power to create and then profit from the medium of exchange which ordinary individuals must labor to attain is essentially unfair, and the basis by which our capitalist society maintains it's control over allocation of resources.

Why don't we take a look at something a bit closer to my personal experience, and that of many millions of entertainment consumers around the globe. A visit to a Walt Disney Co. theme park (I was once a costumed character performer at Walt Disney World in Orlando, FL). The family-friendly atmosphere is painstakingly detailed, saturated and embellished to extract the largest sum of money per square foot as possible. This ethos did not always rule the Magic Kingdom, which is why comparisons between the ever evolving park maps tend to reveal ballooning numbers of ticky-tacky gift-shops, as well as a growth in the sophistication of retail placement and design. These sophisticated techniques, including store design, product placement, color, sound and even smell are engineered to throw your animal instincts off - essentially to overcome the pangs of unfairness you'll inherently feel when you pick up a $.02 pencil made in a Chinese sweatshop and check out the $12.99 sticker price.

This same pattern of manufacturing desires and overcoming the rational thought process in the minds of those exposed to this mass-market macro-psychology has been replicated across the spectrum of American consumer culture. From our weekly grocery trips to our political arenas, the power of persuasion continually fools our minds into making decisions which directly contradict our personal interests. Many Bush voters from the lower 98% of the economic stratosphere shot themselves in the foot, voting against their economic interests and even dooming many of their sons and daughters to violent deaths and danger in a war built upon egregious lies. What could cause someone to sacrifice their interests, even their own flesh and blood? A strong appeal to their fear, boosted by the repetition of a thousand talking heads in various, but interconnected news media, could distract a normally rational person the same way brightly colored stores scented like fresh-baked cookies would in the purchase of our $.02 pencil.

These distractions are what modern consumer culture relies upon, the system upon which they thrive could rightly be termed Mind-Control Capitalism- whereby the concentration of knowledge about human behavior and physiology allows for organizations and individuals to control, through the application of the social and physical sciences, the behaviors of individuals.

Getting back to the study about fairness, and it's effects on society at large, when entire generations are raised in this state of deception, a state where major organizations vie for a chance to deceive them into certain actions, the egalitarian fairness that seems to be hardwired into our brains' pleasure sensors no longer activates. We may have been driven to become a nation, and quickly a world, of clinically depressed beings, suffering because of the blunting of a hardwired desire to be fair to one another...

Just when you think you're getting ahead...

2008-04-18T11:00:00.003-05:00

Ahhh Cleveland. Just when you think you're getting ahead (by falling behind) you realize you're still taking the top spots in internet lists. Unfortunately the list I refer to now is The Top Carbon Dioxide Emitting Cities in America - surprising really since the decimation of almost all heavy-industry in the past 30 years here in Cleveland. Guess there's still enough soot rising from our skeleton-crew steel plants, partially mothballed coal-fired power plants, meager manufacturing economy and, oh yea, the 3-million residents who took advantage of Cleveland being "the birthplace of suburbia" and it's ensuing sprawl. Last night I drove my used 2001 Buick Century from my home on the western edge of Cleveland proper to my current lover's home in what used to be a pasture, and has since sprouted homes near the base of the cooling towers of our dear nuclear power plant. My 50-mile journey burned 4 gallons of fuel, took over 45 minutes (at a cruising speed of 65mph) and didn't even result in anything more than a hastily delivered blowjob. Human beings are absolutely nuts. This country and everyone belonging to the generations which have been born since, oh, I'd say the great depression, have been suckered into an unsustainable and rather warped world. All I gotta say is I'm looking forward to 2012.

And another thing...

2008-04-18T07:56:00.003-05:00

Hey kids! Leave your own responses in the comments section and maybe you'll wake up with an extra surprise tomorrow!

1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:30 a.m.
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds, obviously.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Uhm, I couldn't tell you, it was years ago.
4. What is your favorite TV show(s)? BBC World News, The Catherine Tate Show, Strangers with Candy, Battlestar Galactica ;)
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Protein shake, protein bar, 2 pots of coffee and a drive across town.
6. What is your middle name? Begins with a "P", ends with an "ick", hate it
7. What food do you dislike? Scallop sushi, it's absolutely terrifying
8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Tilly & The Wall - Bottoms of Barrels (closely followed by Janet Jackson's Discipline)
9. What time is it right now? 9 a.m.
10. Favorite Sandwich? Veggie, piled high, with pickles
11. What characteristic do you despise? A sense of entitlement always gets me fired up.
12. Favorite item of clothing? Either my Casino Cowboy shirt (currently wearing it) or my velour maroon vest that looks like a McDonalds uniform circa 1983
13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Outer space, or Russia... same difference really
14. Where would you retire to? 6 feet under
15. What was your most memorable birthday? The one where everyone forgot, and I spent the day waiting by the phone, but noone called, and then I walked into the house thinking there was a surprise waiting... but there wasn't. That's the year I stopped counting.
16. Furthest place you are sending this? My readers in Scotland should love it.
17. Person you expect to send it back? Good ol' firecrotch Fox
18. Morning person or a night person? I'm more of a mid-day type, a lady who lunches
19. What is your shoe size? 13 1/2
20. Pets? Never had.
21. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share with us? I am a freak, but, that's not that new.
22. What did you want to be when you were little? A junky-whore... and look at me now!
23. How are you today? Woke up late with a hangover and dried cum on my top lip, won't be able to sleep until tomorrow night and not particularly pleased with my roommate, so I'm pretty normal.
24. What is your favorite flower? Dead, dried and hanging on a nail in some backwoods shack. Flowers are for queers.
25. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? May 28th, 2012... the day the old man told me everything would change.
26. What are you listening to right now? A clackity keyboard and the subtle sounds of traffic on 271 south.
27. What was the last thing that you ate? Balance Bar (choc and peanut butter- kinda chalky)
28. Do you wish on stars? I did until that year everyone forgot my birthday.
29. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Brown
30. How is the weather right now? Beautiful!
31. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Curtis, or Nikki actually, I couldn't hear her over the roar of partiers at 'Lake Effects' in Madison, OH, home of the free creeps with every drink!
32. Favorite soft drink? Lemonade
33. Favorite restaurant? Liquid Planet is tops right now, simple, delicious, great nick-name.
34. What was your favorite toy as a child? My Buddy, the gay-training doll for boys
35. Summer or Winter? Winter makes me miserable, so I'll stick with that
36. Chocolate or vanilla? Coffee
37. Coffee or Tea? Chocolate
38. Do you want your friends to email you back? I've evolved beyond email.
39. When was the last time you cried? That year everyone forgot my birthday.
40. What is under your bed? The floor.
41. What did you do last night? Played with Curtis.
42. What are you afraid of? Giving myself an aneurysm because I'm such a hypochondriac.
43. Salty or Sweet? Vegetable-y.
44. How many keys on your key ring? 7, plus one miniature Eiffel tower.
45 How many years at your current job? 6 months.
46. Favorite day of the Week? Sunday
47. Do you make friends easily? No, well yes, but then I always try to sleep with them and things don't get prettier from there.
48. How many people will you send this to? The entire internet
49. How many will respond? 3
50. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? No, I mainly like wasting time at work.

How do I talk about this without sounding like a complete assfole?

2008-04-18T07:14:00.003-05:00

Not that I have anything against the Hebrews, of course, one ancient cult is as good as another in my mind... well, it's a special group that goes so far as to inbreed through the generations producing numerous genetic disorders, but then that goes for the Mormons too.

This post has absolutely nothing to do with religion, well, it may have something to do with religious tenets and obligations, but since I subscribe to no such rituals my diatribe can only be weakly correlated.

This post, you see, is about sharing.

It's something that we're all expected to do, as part of one 'human community'. You've most likely heard from a very early age (if you're a product of 1970 or later in America) that sharing is good for one another, that by cooperating and dividing resources we all get more.

I'm here to tell you that is bullshit. Not that you didn't already know that.

This world is not built on shared resources, it's constructed from the blood, sweat and tears of a long procession of miserable slaves - adherents to the thought that glory would come from devotion to an ideal. The ruse, that perfection could be reached by joining hands with our neighbor, offering what we have so that all may reach higher ground.

What bullshit.

My roommate keeps drinking my homebrewed beer and I'm about ready to punch his smarmy little shit-for-brains boyfriend in the face.

Sharing is for suckers.

Lucky Hoes: Akron, OH

2008-03-11T17:41:00.002-05:00

That's Ohio for ya!