I’m sorry Metallica. I fucked up your lyrics again.

Lyrically “I love to nail your Netherlands” can’t possibly be right. Enter Sandman isn’t even remotely Dutch.

Sounds like a really cool underground rave.

Whoops I confused raves and STDs again.

bvllets - Sometimes, I masturbate to Tron
stparkz - What?!?
bvllets - Whoops wrong window

You probably thought homeless people were going through the garbage for political reasons. Unfortunately i’m sure that they were officialy playing Garbage Jenga. Middle or bottom items moved to the top repeatedly = win. Repeat as necessary. Let’s explore the game.

Garbage Jenga: You take a can (5¢ dep) from the bottom, and you put it in your pock. Then you take a dead rat from the middle, and you put it on top. You reach for and unwrap a dirty tampon from some old wax paper french fry cover and you drop it on top. You take your dignity from the top, and you look for another 5¢ can at the bottom. You can’t deny the drive of someone looking through garbage. Especially when it’s for big redemption money.

Unfortunately the winners money doesn’t go towards toothpaste or a DeVry trade school or even self banana research. We don’t know with homeless people. I’m sure it’s spent on drugs or a leg, boot, bootleg Chinese made Obama winter cap.

There are no losers when you think about it. We all throw shit out for others to prosper on. Fortunately for them, shit gets thrown out in a certain place. Usually some Gap store in the maill.

If this ever becomes an ad for the Gap, they better pay me.

Garbage Jenga in a nutshell.

Meals on Wheels is probably much more legit than me walking to get some food and then again walking it over to your crippled bedridden ass. I knew Meals on Shoes wasn’t a good idea.

Meals on Heels is a kinder name, although not much more efficient. At all. Meals Not Delivered is always an option. Easier for me at least.

It was a nice try, but I’m not really good for anything.

I suppose going into a gay bar is less embarassing than having to leave one in a wheelchair.

And that’s all I know about the “In’s and Out’s” of gay bars.

Either give me the Eagle Spreadsheet or take off your clothes, lay down on the floor and spread your legs.

Just a regular office question I think. My office is pretty much just me talking to myself so I can’t say how well it works.

Are we out of white out again? Give it to me and I’ll fill it up. Er, I mean I’ll go get some more.

I’ll believe that they’re really starving artists when they cancel the free continental breakfasts at the Mariott.

Hotel hippies fuck off.