And Some People Think I Am Disturbed...

After reading this article, I can truly say that I am grossed out beyond grossed out. It's bad enough to have sex with a dead body but to have sex with one that was pregnant and one with her head dangling off is what REALLY horrifies me.

Actually, I'm curious to see what this degenerate looks like. Thanks for not posting a picture Cincinnati.com! Now, I'll spend my lunch looking for his mugshot due to my sick sense of curiosity...

10 Things That I Wish Would Be Swallowed Up In A Blackhole...

10) The Octo-mom: Please go away and take those lips with you...
9) Most Rap music: Seriously, why is this crap still around?...
8) Toe rings: Unfortunately, most of them reside on an unpolished, crusty little toe...
7) Those weird breakfast sandwiches like the McGriddle...
6) Fashionistas: Most of them look like they were high when they got dressed...
5) People who blow their noses at the table. So gross...
4) Those little pieces of fuzz that sometimes inhabit my sweaters...
3) Phones that double as a walkie talkie.
2) Ugg boots.
1) Beyonce. Please shoot yourself into outer space and never come back...

Starbucks...Or Is It?...

So, I recently found an old gift card for Starbucks given to me back in the day. I figured since there is a "Starbucks" located in our office building, I can use it there and was mildly pleased as this would save me the $2.50 I would normally spend on coffee every morning. Low and Behold, I am made aware that I can not use my Starbucks gift card at the Starbucks because it really isn't a Starbucks. Never mind that EVERY sign in the damn place says it's a Starbucks it really isn't. Even though the cups and coffee say "Starbucks" on them, it really isn't a Starbucks.

What kind of BS is this? What next? Every McDonald's is not really going to be a McDonald's. Ronald isn't really Ronald, he's really Fred McDonald but we call him Ronald anyway? To make a long story short I ended up paying $2.50 for my coffee this morning...

Octo-Mom...

I'm already getting tired of this dimwit. Please world, enough of the Octo-Mom! If you ignore her she will go away...Of course she's going to steal our tax dollars on the way out but at least she will go away!

Happy Birthday KatMist!!!

Sign up on Facebook already, damn...

My Girlfriend Is Patent Pending...

"Blow-up Doll Party: Floridian nabbed for public ménage a trois with plastic partners"

Disturbing...

This guy is either totally ahead of his time in the artificial girlfriend department or he's just totally lonely.

After reading the article I would add "totally clueless" as well. When having sex with blow-up dolls, you must first take your pants off...I know this not from experience but from a good friend named Kathleen. (She's freaky like that...Shhh don't tell anyone)

Gazongas Galore...

"Record-Breaking Breasts"

Melons

Um...What was this idiot thinking? Someone needs to tell her that she looks like she has a naked ass on her chest...and not in a good way.

I seriously think that those things smell like cheese in the folds under the actual boobs. How can she possibly reach around and clean under there? For that matter, how can she put on her damn socks and shoes!!! Something tells me she's probably wearing stilettos though. It's kind of hard to swing around a stripper pole in flats...