Category Archives: Fucking Hipsters

Fuck A Parade. I Love A Festival

You know what I love? A fucking festival. And you know which one I love the most? The Polish Festival. It. Is. Fucking. Rad. It’s rad for oh, so many reasons. And I like it far more than the Greek … Continue reading

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You Stepped In Something

This is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen.* And that’s saying a lot, because I’ve seen you. SNAP! I guess these are for people who are so fucking uncool that they can’t get dirt on their own shoes. … Continue reading

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Is My Name Champ?

Every time I see Marcia Cross all saned-up and trying to sell me apple juice or what the fuck ever I’m just waiting for her to peel off her damn wig and reveal her crazy-evil plan of seduction and destruction … Continue reading

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Cocktails and Schemes

Graciousness.  Like a veranda or some bitch who sits upon a veranda, graciousness suffuses my life.  That is why I have a job where I spread my graciousness to help the world be sweeter, more considerate, just plain better. I … Continue reading

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