29 April 2012

I'm sitting here munching generic brand funyuns ($1 CVS) wondering why Scott Caan's dick post has more hits than all my other posts. I'll sit here for another 19 minutes crunching and looking intense.


  1. From minute 42 on it was like watching a bunch of skinned gray turkey meat come alive and dance under hot water whilst a british zombie orders them around from inside a tub.

  2. The message in this film went to the bone, when I was younger. It's only one of two movies listed in my blogger profile.

  3. YOUR bone maybe . . .


I eat your comments with jam and butter.