The Michael Jackson Experience
I wonder how many skeeved-out emails it took before he clarified that The Michael Jackson Experience was a game and not a slang term for a light-skinned thumb being mashed up your pooper.
I wonder how many skeeved-out emails it took before he clarified that The Michael Jackson Experience was a game and not a slang term for a light-skinned thumb being mashed up your pooper.
Got this in the mail today. I wonder if they make a version for gynecologists.
There was a time – a more innocent time – in my life when I believed the reasons the enemies of America hated us were manyfold. Our support of Israel. Our colonialist policies. Our women who shave their vaginas and the fact we have ample pornographic evidence to prove that […]
A few months ago while killing time online at work (I hope some of you can relate to that), I stumbled upon this photo: I know what you’re thinking: “John, why were you Googling the words ‘anal’ and ‘bear?’” (If you weren’t thinking that, you are now.) That’s not the […]
I haven’t been this angry since that cougar drove by sporting an “I Got This in the Divorce” bumper sticker.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So I’d like to think that today’s article counts as having written for several hours and not just slapping up a tragic picture I snapped last week because I spent the day compulsively viewing episodes of Roseanne via Netflix. Here it […]