I’ve been hating myself a little lately and haven’t been able to figure out why. There just seemed like something was missing, that I was lacking in an area of my life that would’ve made it better. Unable to figure out what it was, I’ve spent my days wandering blindly and my nights tossing and turning, torturing myself with a loathing sent from a demon that had no name.
The demon’s name is Black Hockey Jesus. He’s had a blog since May. You need to run, not walk, to his domain. And when I say run, I mean run like the wind … IN YOUR VAGINA.
Sir @ July 2, 2008