January 2010
4 posts
Road Rage
Sometimes when I drive with someone, I am accused of having road rage. Which pisses me the fuck off. Road rage? Hardly. Just because I may call someone a fuckface in the privacy of my own car, doesn’t mean I have a problem. And usually, it’s more playful. Like, “Oh, is that how fuckheads make right turns?” But again, it’s very conversational, and no one’s...
Rush and Pat.
Rush Limbaugh, you bloated, ignorant, perfect example of everything terrible about this country; when? When will you give humanity what it needs by shuffling off this mortal coil? We’re waiting for that massive coronary, or that stroke, or that overdose. I hope you die the worst possible death available, a slow asphyxiation from those pills you pop, a painful, brutal heart attack from the...
