Fashy Boy asks, “What are we?” and Felina answers, “friends.” This does not sit well with Fashy Boy. Fashy Boy, it seems, pitched the idea of meeting the fam and Felina agreed. Meeting the fam is a “we are a thing” move. He was hoping for more than “friends“. ItContinue Reading
Turns out that tearing up your own neighborhood doesn’t move the needle elsewhere.Continue Reading
Inger’s first appearance on the blog was last August when I started a kurfuffle for tossing about the word “rape” too casually for some. I didn’t name her then. I described the incident in a post titled, “It Was Rape“. I never named the girl who threw herself at theContinue Reading
Yeah! NO PEACE! Peace and police are overrated. Once we burn it down we can have our pastoral utopia where nobody is married, all the women are generous with the sex, you can get high and not be shamed/shunned, there will be no government, no taxes, nobody oppressing us with rules, no war, no hunger, no rich people and no white people. It’s gonna be great.Continue Reading
In which IRL is a fail for the promise pitched in the trope.Continue Reading
First Posted 24-Aug-2015 The origin of this is my buddy’s “Poor Player’s Hour” in his blog. He left out a few things and that’s what prompted this post. First, the rant by the dystopian nutcase happened while I was driving for Dianne Wallace’s, “Taxi Taxi”. I’d parked myself at CenterContinue Reading