Seriously. It's like we're preparing for some inevitable "porn holocaust" and we feel the need to create our own "archive". Why do men feel the need to hoard dozens upon dozens of precious gigs of hard drive space in order to create their little empire of smut? Before you call me a hypocrite, I must admit that I, too, am guilty of this sin. I can't tell you how many gigs exactly I got stored since I'm at work, but last time I checked I had nearly 10GB of pics and movies. And DS has probably twice that amount. That perv. I can see the need for it in case the internet is down and you can't visit your favorite smut sites when "the urge" hits. But when your collection reaches, say, 120GB of fapping material, possibly requiring an extra hard drive specifically for that task, I'd say we got ...Keep reading.

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I sold it. Yesterday I "bequeathed" my black Road Warrior to the third or fourth dude who called me. He was really interested in it and I was actually surprised at the quickness of the whole sale process. Apparently it was way too fast, because he called me a few hours later to inform me that the radiator was punctured in TWO places, and one of them seems to have an attempt at repair, with epoxy. WHO THE FUCK REPAIRS A RADIATOR WITH EPOXY?! You guessed it. Dad. He has a history of trying to repair things and actually destroying them even further. His scorecard of devastation includes stuff like: A bathtub (trying to repair the pipes), the kitchen sink (about three times already), his pathetic attempts at being a mechanic (my radiator and busted power locks/power windows stand as proof), light ...Keep reading.

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So my ex is soliciting a friend request on Facebook. FOR THE FOURTH TIME. The first time I said WTF of course, and promptly pressed the "ignore button". The second time I ignored him as well, but after noticing his request was ignored (Facebook won't tell people their request was denied. Piece of shit) he wrote me a private message, saying that he "needs to talk to me, it's important". Being the curious little asshole that I am, I awaited for his third request. This time I said yes, but through a hermetically crippled "limited profile". All I wanted to know is why is he so insistent on talking to me, I did not want him knowing what's going on in my life. We broke contact for a reason and I intend to keep it that way. After a few days of waiting for his "important message", I got antsy and wrote him. "So? what ...Keep reading.

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Tags: Facebook, stalker, ex, boyfriend, loser, douchebag

Check this out. just CHECK THIS SHIT OUT: This bridezilla had the nerve to make a huge life size likeness of her AS HER FUCKING WEDDING CAKE. This is beyond being self centered. She might as well proclaim that she's God or something. She seems to be initiating a dark ritual where by consuming her own, gawdily dressed effigy, she shall open a door to her twisted dimension and begin a new, cursed age of her dark reign over our barren, twisted souls. Or at least her husband's. Speaking of which, look at the sad, defeated expression this man has. "Hmmmmm.. I wonder what the pussy gon' taste like..." It tastes like bacalaítos, of course. I'll excuse the psychedelic design on her wedding dress because she was actually raised in africa and she's paying homage to their lively, colorful prints, but a "me cake"? I mean I've read horror ...Keep reading.

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One of the hardest things to do when you're moving away overseas is getting rid of the stuff that you can't carry over. But there's one object that's gonna be the hardest loss for me. I'm talking about this old girl: Old faithful here has been with me for years, and has lived through so much fucked up shit with me it's hard to account it all without having to read this whole blog again or going down memory lane with family, friends, lovers, exes, one night stands, and the shitload of people that placed their asses in it's grey, dusty seats. Of course I wouldn't forget the juicy stuff, like the hot backseat sex (folding seats FTW), hauling drunken friends back to ther houses since I was always the designated driver, helping said friends sneak out of their oppressive households in the middle of the night so they could ...Keep reading.

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