I was doing some last-minute Christmas shopping recently, and I had the pleasure of doing it at my friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart. I was in kind of a hurry and only had a few items. The store was packed to the rafters with your typical Wal-Martians. So I decided my best bet was [...]

Imagine my surprise this morning when I loaded up Gangstas & Hugs and got one of those typical ‘parking pages‘ for domains that aren’t registered yet or have expired. I frantically start checking all of my account settings with my host provider, and sure enough, I had paid my domain renewal fee. I [...]

I have a cold sore. It’s in the middle of my bottom lip. If you look closely, you might be reminded of pustules caused by some far east parasitic insect. It’s not as bad as these poor souls, but it still pisses me off.
First of all, it looks nasty. Second of [...]

I guess it’s just been a while since I actually bought the ‘real deal’ Sudafed, but I was pretty damn surprised with the process I had to go through just to buy a 24 pill pack of ‘Sudafed Maximum Strength’. See, I had already tried the Sudafed PE, which is crap. That shite [...]

I played soccer yesterday. It was some adult league game against a team with purple uniforms. I played keeper. Guess who was on the other team. None other than Drew Curtis, the man behind Fark.com.

In honor of the latest World Cup coming to an end, I'd like to take a few moments and wax philosophical about some of soccer/futbol/football's more endearing qualities.

I was checking the incoming links today and found one from a Greek language blog on Blogger, specifically from this post. I thought “Cool, must be linking to something funny”.

This is my tribute to living in the ghetto. I’ve lived in it since I was a kid, so I know first hand why it sucks. Basically it comes down to this: don’t plan on having anything nice.

Gas pumps are always prepay
It wasn’t until I was driving for a while in high school, [...]

I promised to start writing stories this week, and I won’t disappoint. I’ll start off the week with the retelling of the most annoying part of our trip. It was our last morning in the hotel downtown before we went up to the cabin in the mountains. I’m just mildly hungover from the night before, so you can probably imagine the mood I was in. At approximately 8am, on a Saturday mind you, I hear the first trumpet from the parking lot outside.

From the title, you probably think I’m going to go on about my gastro-intestinal fortitude, but that’s not the case. I hate gasoline. The reason I hate gasoline? Nothing new I suppose. Just that the shit is getting more expensive than paparazzi photos of Britney Spears over-the-hill body.