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The Integral Screw
Everybody has questions about our trip to Brazil! Everybody from my dermatologist to my mom to my friends to my “friends.” Case in point:
so how much brazilian cock did you get?
be honest.
it tastes like the salt cod, no?
bacalhau!
i’d eat the fuck outta some bacalhau.
homo.
I know Left Hook and I […]
Dear Phoenix,
I can relate.
Heart,
Pistol
P.S. Cute title, Economist!
All lost at Woodbury Commons
Remember when we went on that all-day adventure with Inspector Corset to those celebrated-but-in-reality-pretty-fucking-disappointing outlets in not-New Jersey? And how people stared at us the entire time we were there? I guess there were some reasons. Like how we were the weird kids who packed our own lunch to eat in the Food Court. It […]
Read this entry >>That’s All Right, I’ll Watch it Anyway
Speaking of that night at Youpers, remember how suddenly Elvis was before us, his usual Heartthrob McVainerson pompadour obscured by that lame hat, and we started running circles around him, verbally I mean, barking out the chorus of that Feelies song, demanding he guess guess GUESS which song it was? He couldn’t guess. Dude’s brain […]
Read this entry >>Mr. Before You Know It
Remember when we were at Coco and played “Before You Know It”? I thought about that last night while I watched a rerun of Scrubs. Scrubs is a TV show that takes place in a hospital. It’s way better than, say, 7th Heaven (I’ve never watched an entire episode thereof, but meet it from time […]
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