Archives for the 'delusions of grandeur' Category
The calf’s nose
I know that the supposed point of blogs is that they offer up-to-the-minute commentary on stuff that’s happening right now, which is why newspapers are dying and the world is ending and all, and hence, that it’s kind of pitiful to write a post about something that was in the New Yorker two weeks ago, […]
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And Onan knew that the seed would not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother’s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest he should give seed to his brother.
In the mornings I sit at my computer and masturbate. I am so grandly deluded that I think the world being okay depends on whether or not I succeed at masturbating every morning.
Sometimes I assist others in their masturbation pursuits: for example, I mentor a woman who started masturbating in prison. Every month or so […]
March’s comment award
Was there really any contest this month?
We don’t mean to belittle anybody’s efforts, but “Rory”’s Live the Life comment was pretty wow.
When we first read it, it gave us goosebumps. We still sometimes think about it when we’re falling asleep at night. And in the shower.
Bravo dude!
February’s comment award
Better late than nevs? Anyways, in February, Firecracker is the little guy in the red tie, for this comment. If you really, really, really can’t figure out what “place” means, then you’ve stumbled onto the ultimate training ground. We have so much to teach you.
p.s. the nevs and the WHATS??? are going to stop […]
Blog Dreams
Here’s how queer I am: I had a dream about bloggers. It went like this:
Left Hook and I were in the backseat of a car being driven by a certain hotshot we admire. An associate of his was sitting shotgun. It was the middle of the night and we were in a deserted city looking […]