We’re big, we’re bad and we’re totally full of shit! A couple of days ago, Tazer and I threw down the “Fuck you” gauntlet and she invited me to a showdown on her “Fuck You Friday” feature to see who could outfuck the other one.
I’ve spent the last few days bashing my father and included a few other family members in yesterdays post, so I thought I’d turn the tables today and the point the finger at myself a little bit. As much as I hate to ruin the vision of perfection that you all have of me (let me have the dream, huh?!), I’ve got quite a few quirks of my own that a most people find bizarre. Some of them are even attractive to the opposite sex . . . until they have to live with it then apparently it’s grounds for divorce.
No, dear brother, I do not need your help with this. Just sit over there and shut it. Read the rest . . .
In the years that I have been writing for the entertainment of other people, I have come up with some pretty damn funny “Top 20” lists, so I thought this would be a great place to share some of them. They will cover a wide range of subjects and some will be slightly less ‘office friendly’ than others, but I guarantee they’ll always be fun. Some will be old and some will be new but they’ll always be relevant to somebody. Some I still have to get my hands on. . . like the one we did at my buddy Nick’s 2010 New Year’s party up in New York. The “Top 20 Things You Never Want to Hear Your Mom Say to Your Friends” list still eludes me. That night was both epic and embarrassing on way too many levels, but those are the times you never forget. Pretty sure Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms won’t forget it either. Read the rest . . .