I’m about 25-30 lbs overweight; the big fat bastard referred to in the title is me. For reasons I don’t fully understand, my wife and son are at Pigeon Lake and I’m at home alone until Sunday when I they will return and I have another Sunday Dinner of my own devising to prepare for. [...]
If you haven’t heard, there’s an additional brand new twelve minutes of Lost goodness that comes bundled with the DVD set.
I just wanted to point and laugh at fat Americans. Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution concerns his journey to Huntington, the unhealthiest city in all of America, where he plans to convince the whole town to, y’know, stop being fat bastards. Many things led to where I am today; this adventure with food upon which I’ve embarked. But I give a lot of credit to this show, especially seeing as I had no loftier aims than being entertainingly diverted. Now I’m part of the Food Revolution.
Next time I’m going to a proper nail salon and getting a proper fake nail put on, just like my wife suggested. Superglue just doesn’t bond to human nails as well as it does to human skin. Which is a roundabout way of saying I tried to cut my finger off and the consequences have been rather unexpected
Cliff, would you like to get together with Me, Chad and Kelly and gangbang an ottoman? No? Why not?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 I’ve only got fifteen minutes. I deeply identified with Erron’s "Why I do it". Like her I want my website to be an amazing collection [...]
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 I beg you grant me a liberty for the duration: Allow me to assume you’re an average person. I’ll also be assuming you’re American. Maybe [...]
Spartacus, a man who betrayed Rome and is sold into slavery. Parted from his wife, he plans to fight his way to freedom, to regain her. A once proud gladiator house is near ruin and financial collapse and the acquisition of a stubborn brute like Spartacus doesn’t do much to calm the troubles. Also: Lots of Tits. Lots of Blood.
A man stands over the bullet ridden body of his brother and plans what should happen next
Parent’s complain, a lot. If you listen to them it’s like they are constantly bitching about their child(ren) or how difficult their life is. I theorize we, as parents, complain because the good things about parenthood are so minor in their details. Because, actually, something’s always good. Every single moment is what makes it worth it. In January my wife and I switched roles.