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Okay, so there’s no cool caramel sauce and they don’t call your name all enthusiastically when it’s done. But remember, you’re poor as fuck so deal with it.
School's In, Poorness Awaits*
Sex & relationships
adorably weak biceps aside, it seems like a pretty cool species to be
Being a Woman: A Man's Perspective
This is how the rabbit hole begins and the snowball into nihilism takes route.
A Bout of Severe Uncertainty
Some of these lies actually aren’t so bad, and can be quite useful in the pursuit of a successful and happy life.
Lies You May Be Living: Anything You Put Your Mind To
Just keep this in mind when you’re wondering if you can dress like Heath Ledger as The Joker for the third year in a row.
Picking a Halloween Costume
Please communicate your desire to dance with a person; don’t just start rubbing your dick on everything that moves.
To Club or Not To Club?*
Your unique mix of feminine mystique and intimidating urban bravado will form the sexually charged corner stone of this legendary post-modern ensemble.
Ultimate Friends Template: Gay Black Guy
It’s such a beautiful thought, that I just might let these tears drop onto my flaccid penis.
Be proud of your fetish
In the real world the villains are not easy to identify, they hide behind fake smiles and compliments; their true nature often goes unnoticed
Game of Thrones: More Reality than Fantasy
Why is America so quick to cast scorn upon people for distorting traditional notions of femininity, and yet can brush under the rug the fact that Chris Brown violently abused his girlfriend?
didn't chris brown like... beat someone?
Alas, as my eyes read a recent headline, I could already begin to taste the bitter and acidic flavour of my bile.
Celebrity Demon Creatures
Men: I thought you were big and tough? Why the bitchy whimpering when you need to get a needle?
You Can't Handle the Pain
To me, reality T.V illustrates precisely which qualities are most prevalent in humans today. Empathy and apathy
Wait until you see what is next
When I’m walking home late at night and some guy sticks his head out the window and tells me that I’ve got a great ass, my first instinct isn’t to swoon and giggle and blush: it’s to either flip em’ the bird or remember to aim for the groin first.
Is That Supposed to Make Me Swoon?
Of course that sound could only organically be achieved by over-lubing a dead person's vagina, but nevertheless, I need to be industrious when adventures outside of my apartment are out of the question.
The Sounds of Sex