Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

a) List ten habits/quirks/facts about yourselfb) Tag ten people to do the samec) Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag “whoever wants to do it”d) Fuck “C”; “C” is not the boss of me. … Continue reading →

OH, YEAH. This is my fucking groove for the day. Christ, when those horns come in, it’s like touching the face of god. I wish you could see my fatass snaking and strutting around this goddamned room right now — … Continue reading →

“Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in … Continue reading →

Me and my sister, Mo. She is a club lady. I am a hooker. 1.What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before? Lost an ovary and lost a sister. 2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, … Continue reading →

In remembrance of a mama who loved her baby enough to BREAK IT DOWN FOR A MOTHERFUCKER: In his autobiography, Joe Biden recalled being mocked by a 7th grade nun for his stuttering, an incident that sent his mother to … Continue reading →

Ten Weird Facts About Me 1) I have never, ever been bitten by a mosquito. I don’t really know what the deal is, but apparently they just don’t like the taste of my fatass. Pity. With a little gravy and … Continue reading →

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship? I am currently in a hilarious relationship. 2) What was your dream growing up? Gosh, first and foremost, as the oldest girl in a family of nine kids, I suppose it was … Continue reading →

You wanna know “What Jesus Would Do”? Jesus would tuck his greasy, girlish bouffant behind his ears, jauntily lift the front of his stinking, homespun robes, get a good running start, and kick both Pat Robertson and Rush Limbaugh right … Continue reading →

“When I think about my relationship with America, I feel like a battered wife: Yeah, he knocks me around a lot, but boy, he sure can dance.” — Sarah Vowell, Take the Cannoli: Stories from the New World

One of my girlfriends recently told me that some of her co-workers have been whining and raising hell and saying these little baby booties are just “so wrong”, in addition to countless online message boards that echo their sentiments — … Continue reading →