I can think of absolutely no punishment foul enough or cruel enough to visit upon spammers. Sawing off their genitalia over a period of sixteen hours using only a rusty butterknife? Eaten alive by hordes of small, sharp-pincered insects? Maybe, but I’d like to come up with something worse. Same treatment offered to the 0.01% […]

Your sasquatch sounds more like Cheech Marin than any French Canadian I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard a lot of French Canadians.

Scotch On The Rocks. I woke up a couple of days ago with this stuck in my head. I can’t even imagine what I might’ve been dreaming. I’ve exhausted all of my options for putting off water changes today and have no legitimate reason not to get started. This is not a legitimate reason because […]

The Stroke. Took me the longest time to figure out this was about political corruption. Heh. I’m such a gutterbrain. Up next is Blondie, Rapture. I don’t give a damn about Debbie’s sexual orientation–she can fuck women, men, both, or inanimate objects for all I care–I like her voice.

I took the link off my AQM profile and left this un-updated for long enough that no one would ever bother to look, so now I can say any damned thing I want and use any kind of language I want. Muahahaha. Let’s start out this new bitchblog with some random stuff. Stuff I like: […]