Unfocused...

I was recently given some feedback, delivered by a man who was still trying to convince me to go visit him, in Cambodia, and with an invitation thoroughly based on nothing, in that we haven't yet had a genuine conversation, and he knows fuck nothing about the kinda crazy I have tucked up my sleeve, and let's not forget I am in Canada, eh, that my writing was unfocused and that I needed to take a writing course before I'd be able to get people reading... Is it because my sentences aren't seven words long, as per the standard guidelines of writing for those whose reading comprehension is at a sixth grade level? Is it because I make commas my bitch and slut them out all over the damn place?

Pics? NSA?

The number one slot, coming in just ahead of sport fucking as the number one male fantasy, is photo sharing with a babe.

Hater Vision and Even More Rape Talk

It seems that rape talk is all the rage these days, and you know me, always a follower... or human pun delivery system. Krusty the Klown says, "Hey Jerk. Puns are lazy writing!" but he's a clown. But I am a bit of a jerk. 

Clowns, rape talk, jerks, it just goes on and on. 

This week it's the fucktard Toronto Sun tabloid that's using the Letters To the Editor to help spread the good word that