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If you do not know whoSpiritual Front are, I don’t want to know you. Truly these are finest songs to listen to as we commit suicide on the Las Vegas strip.

Personal Favorite: Jesus Died in Las Vegas

You know, for one of my 2 businesses I advertise on a local, well, shopping channel here in Fl. It’s a mixed blessing. As you all know, my “day job” is computer consulting; I go to homes and businesses and fix PC’s, etc. It’s fairly lucrative, for the most part.

Then there’s the OTHER side of society. Read the rest of this entry »

With gems like this, how can I not?

This is the new ad campaign for the Goliath. (from CollegeHumor)

Uhhh, huh huh huh… Bootie.

Ericka Underwood's Awesome Bootie

Apparently Danzig’s been working on some really cool stuff. No wonder he hasn’t been around.

Is it November yet? No? Fuck you and go listen to November Novelet anyway.

Favorite: I’m rather partial to Sacred Man, I must say.

Sometime near the 15th of September 2008 there was a soccer riot in a city called Kinshasa, Congo (as in Africa). Now you may be saying to your self, “Krapsna, pleaze! Nobody cares about a soccer riot.” What makes this one interesting is that the 13 people killed (most of whom were between the ages of 11 and 16) were casualties of some of the most ignorant stupidity this planet has ever seen. Read the rest of this entry »

(aka New South Philly)

Please learn how to drive.
I know you were able to afford your new McMansion on top of your sacred mountain of
underground garbage and therefore feel so entitled to drive 10 mph, dead center, down
a street designed for TWO cars (maybe 3 if you really want to chance it and you’re on
Walnut Street)
But what the fuck assholes, seriously?

Furthermore STOP PARKING IN MY FUCKING SPOT SO Read the rest of this entry »

An empty bath and body works (not for me, trust me, I haven’t bought that smelly crap since high school) is just asking for trouble.
I don’t know about anyone else, but when I go into a store the last thing I want is to be asked 1,000 questions by a sales associate trying to sell me some shit I don’t want or need. I don’t feel like being followed, I don’t want you spraying some crap-tastic scent on me, and I don’t feel like hearing how my hair could use some luster. Read the rest of this entry »