Thirteen Steps

I’d like to start on a positive note. Here are some things that I hate:

-People who tuck their pants in while wearing no belt.
-Cellphones or keys worn on one’s belt.
-Money that is obviously fake in films.
-Wangsters who post pics of themselves doing wangster hand-gestures.

I want a pre-fab. What about you?

Anyone notice how, when people in movies eat Chinese food, they seem to have like, 20 boxes of it lying around?

A couple of years ago, I made an observation regarding Keith Richards’ resemblance to a cult classic character. I feel like sharing, so here you go.

I think these are great.

You’ve seen those tacky, patriotic bumper-stickers that say, “These colors don’t run,” right? Well, I saw one yesterday that took the retard-factor to a whole new level. It read, “These stripes don’t run.” I shit you not. This got me thinking about those ribbons that I’m seeing everywhere. I found a site that allows you to make and order custom ribbons and pretty much lost my mind for half an hour with it. Here’s what I came up with: [if any of these offend you, go fuck yourself. Hard.]

Lynn joined the fun and made me choke on coffee. Here are hers:

If you’re looking for a hairless, hornless, big-dicked, albino bull, I know a guy…

Speaking of animals, I want a Spotted Hyena. Your dog ain’t shit.

For the record, Jeffery Wright rocks. Handsome, too.

This makes me laugh.

This confuses me.

I need to party with these guys.