I am a Van Gough. I am a priceless Van Gough that I have covered up with black paint because I haven’t been able to recognize me for what I am. For whatever… Continue reading
*Disclaimer: If the title of this post is what enticed you to move forward, you’re in for a rude awakening. This post has jack shit nothing to do with any of that. Sorry… Continue reading
The following is the transcript of a conversation I had recently with a gentleman simply named, Styles. Yes. Like the van-driving, sunglasses-wearing other best friend (Boof being the other) of fucking Teen Wolf.… Continue reading
I’m Octopus Mike and I approve of this message. Kiss my ass.
Actually scratch that…. If you have kids at all, period, you’re part of the problem. If your car was running on fumes, held together by duct tape with about 8 people crammed into… Continue reading
Tyler, the dude who some of you still believe is an alter ego* hit me up to go to a movie premier in LA. Well I did, and there was Hanks, DeVito, Tim… Continue reading