It's very rare, but when I find it, I will reblog Star Wars porn. But for the most part, this blog is safe for work, though certainly not safe for humanity. I sometimes talk about masturbating to people with cancer.
So fuck this white trash piece of shit.
You’re going to make a comment about how I’ve spent the last six years of my life because you think people should have grown out of it? What about drinking? You certainly didn’t grow out of that.
How dare you insult the way I spend my time or what I want to do with me life. Who the fuck are you? I don’t tell you that your tattoos are stupid, your drinks are overpriced and killing you, you’re fat and your husband is ugly.
You were a fucking waste of space in high school and you’re a waste of space now. Feel free to die in a fire.
What if I Told You….
I just saw the trailer for The Secret World that opened with the line “What if I told you about a secret world where….” and I was immediately bored.
We’ve been told about secret worlds and underground worlds and blah blippity bloo bah for years now. Its old.
You want to make a world where monsters exist? That’s fine. Its unoriginal. But fine. You just have to stop making some big fucking reveal regarding what’s going on. We already know. We saw the trailer, and watched the beginning of the movie/video game/whatever. Who’s watching something like Constantine up to the point where Keanu Reeves tells Hottie McWanttopenisher about demons and is like “OH MY GOD IT SUDDENLY MAKES SENSE NOW!”
I expect that if you write something involving some sort of fantasy or made up world, you can do something special with it, and no the same old recycled crap that we’ve seen a thousand times before.
Its like my mouth had a rape fantasy and these delicious pretzels are fulfilling that rape fantasy.
This is a YouTube comment on a video for an Earthquake chorus pedal.
Most accurate look into a guitar player’s mind there is.
To all vegetarians out there that stopped eating meat when they found out where it came from:
What did you think happened in slaughterhouses? I am genuinely curious. Because there’s really only two answers. Either you A) didn’t know it was called a slaughterhouse, or B) you never once thought about it. Neither one makes you look very good. I mean, its called a slaughterhouse. I remember reading Fast Food Nation and saying “Yea, that sounds like slaughter to me!”
A Question For My Bondage Friends
When you were a kid and watching cartoons, did it give you a little flutter when Snidley Whiplash would tie a woman to train tracks? Or did that come later?
This is a real question!
Do you think Michele Obama secretly enjoys all of the ridiculous hate her husband gets because it means she gets hate-fucked on the reg?
Uncanny Valley
Everyone knows what the Uncanny Valley is. If you don’t, look it up. Or don’t. I’m not your mom.
So if there’s an uncanny valley for sight, can there be one for sound? And do records that are quantized and auto-tuned fall into that valley? Is that why no one’s buying records? Do the sounds we hear coming out of the radio sound TOO perfect, to the point where we don’t really want to listen?
Think about it, will you?
I hate when people say that thing about rape jokes where you’re reminding someone of the worst thing that’s ever happened to them.
I know a lot of women who have been raped (which in and of itself is fucked) and the majority of them don’t list the rape as the worst thing that’s ever happened to them.
The most ludicrous of these is the girl who was raped for 10 years by her stepdad. I said she was going to win a white trash award for getting engaged to someone she only knew for a few months. She called me “the cruelest man she’s ever met.”
So don’t feed me that bullshit about reminding someone of the worst thing that’s ever happened to them.
