This is a record of moments of inspiration to guide wayward folks onto a higher path of existence. Never mind, that was stupid. Let's try again, because quitting is for losers.

This is not a blog. Blogs fucking suck. No one cares what a blogger has to say. Every once in a while, there is a thought in my head that my friends seem to connect with. I call these, 'Thought boners.'

I don't care if you stare at my thought boners. I don't care if you print out and manhandle my thought boners. I don't care if you like or agree with where I get my thought boners, which happens anywhere at any time whether or not children or the elderly are present. It's all about whatever feels good, compadre.

24th November 2010

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Fetal Alcohol Bullshit

What I learned tonight is that chances are, if your parents aren’t fucking squares, your mother drank while you were pregnant. Quote: “If you get a little shit-faced, it isn’t like your baby is just going to die right there, or even the next morning. Anyone who acts like that is full of shit.” All of that, of course, was with the understanding that shit-facing wasn’t a regular weeknight event during the pregnancy. Thanks, Mom, for this life lesson.