I’m generally not into taking photos, but I’ve been snapping some off lately to document my last days in San Francisco. Today there was a barbeque at my house to celebrate 420. This is really just as good an excuse as any; we have A LOT of barbeques. Well, today was my last one and [...]
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I Called Her .22
[…] They said they didn’t know for dogs, but were plenty knowledgeable about internet sex slavery, selling “decommissioned” warheads to jealous Muslims, and smuggling conflict diamonds for the De Beers Corporation.
Mr. Fix-It
[…] Once I realize that the bitching has yet to make the thing work again (this could take years), I will MacGyver it into being half-ass operational with a syringe and a used condom wrapper, neither of which are in short supply in the pile under my bed.
What I’m a Gonna Do?
[…] I’m normally a pretty brave guy. I would fight six dudes if I had to; six very short, effeminate dudes with heart and equilibrium trouble; but “mice problems”? The thought of this made me afraid like a little girl.
