Ringy Dingy, bitch!

Rule #415
(dedicated to That Guy)


Don't tell a bitch you're gonna call when you ain't plan to call.

Be man (or woman) enough to be honest about your intentions. Although it is my damage, I still feel like I'm not worthy a little bit on the inside. I can own my shit.

Own your shit and tell the truth about where you are.

Boys, just call when you say you'll call. Even if it's to say, "No, thank you."

Get a Comb, bitch! (pt. 2)

Rule No. 85:
Do your hair.

Comb it, style it, shave it.
Just don't go out in public looking sloppy, on purpose especially.

For more info see Part 1.

now thats what i call art

i wonder if this installation is coming to denver?

johnny are you queer?

another blast from the past. remember when tim hardaway said he was homophobic and ann coulter said that john edwards was a faggot? i think this deserves to be resurrected.

rule # 21 - everything old can be new again.


the grim reality of ann coulter is that her remarks weren't entirely accidental. with the race for the presidency already in full swing what better way to make the sheeple look away from the drunken puppetmastery that has killed so many of their brave and obedient sons and daughters than to pick at the scabs of their hemorraged insecurties.

i know i sound like the looming shadow of darth emo, but for every one, person who stands up and realizes the inhumanity of the neocon crusade against a segment of society who are simply asking everyone to destigmatize an alternate expression of love there are those bizarro world born inbreds who think, and i quote, 'first that black guy that bounces a ball for a living and now the hot chick with the adams apple... wooeeee roscoe thats a call for our fag bashin sticks, we can cover up that tape of your sister and the donkey with somethin' else.'

it is reverse psychology used in the most insidious way. by making hate a public slander that is universally reacted to with disgust and disgrace, especially from someone, such as tim hardaway, that is supposed to be a role model, the reactionary zealots see that as a limitation to their freedoms and essentially becomes the proverbial feather tickling the toe of the sleeping giant.

ignorance in any form is viral, and multiplies faster than you can say ozark teen pregnancy. and like nuclear fission research in third world countries, ignorance inevitably acts as the calvary generals saber, a seemingly bright beacon that only leads to despair.

we can, like you, hope that this time more people wake up and smell the rotting white sheets they've worn to protect their private prejudices (or for some their private shame) and from the long sleep of supposed moral socialism to defend their ideals from this corporate sponsored second coming of blind imperialism.

wow. i used to use a lot of big words.

girl pants and pbr: where did we go wrong

i have to admit that in the past few months i have induldged in the dirty habit of drinking pbr. but when i do so i don't pay 3 dollars for a can of it at some psuedo dive bar that for kitsch value has a mohawk donned fag pretend to dj and play bizarre retro dvd's. i sit alone in the dark, or sometimes with the posse, and wish i had enough money to enjoy a real drink. in other words, i don't advertise the fact that, on occasion, i drink shitty beer. so on my nightly walks imagine the horror i felt witnessing not one, but multiple people walking down the street in girl pants drinking pbr as they mosyed from place to place. oh, and to clarify this was boys in girl pants.

10 years ago we used to roam the streets, like any respectable vagabond would, with our jnco baggies and our clandestine flasks of mountain dew and vodka. our poison was quick, our pants comfortable and in some cases functional. but i still have to think that this new epidemic is somehow our fault, somehow we paved the way for this abomination.

maybe it was when we stopped listening to nine inch nails and started listening to belle and sebastian. maybe it was when we decided to classify ourselves gen x and look down mockingly on this new gen why or whatever they want to call it. i really don't know but i can't help but feel that somehow it is our fault.

or maybe i just feel guilty for listening to my chemical romance.