Nuttin'

I've got nothing this week. It's all yours. Have a great weekend.

Late Again. Sorry.

The jackhammering that gave me the headache I've got right now can fuck off.

And drivers who plow down the far right lane after it's rained so that the water that's accumulated in the gutters splashes on the sidewalk like a tidal wave can fuck off. Listen, douchebag, sometimes there are fucking pedestrians walking down the street who prefer to take their showers in bathtubs.

It sucks, it sucks, it sucks

Losing a beloved family pet can fuck off. Rest easy, Miko.

Take it away, folks.

I Got Nuttin'

It's all yours. If I think of something later, I'll drop it in the comments.

Emily Can Fuck Off

I can fuck off for forgetting it's Friday and denying everyone their possibly much-needed forum for blowing off some fucking steam. Have at it.

Running Late

Sorry about that.

Quick one: Fuck off to media whores and ambulance chasers. Especially ones that look like Garth Algar.

Go for it, kids.

Suck It, Cancer

Sorry we're late; with one exception, the year is going really well so far. At least better for me than last year. But cancer can still suck it for the man it stole from somebody I care dearly about a few short hours ago.

The floor is yours.