The Cirlce Of Shit

Now, I may be dating myself (possibly date raping myself if I don’t willingly give it up—of course have you seen how I dress? I’m usually asking for it) but remember in the mid-90’s when everyone was getting rich by selling phone cards? Well, maybe not the rich part, but everyone was selling them. Hawking […]

Almost every creature group has a name: school of fish; pride of lions; murder of crows. Almost all. To go with flocks, gaggles, covens, herds, colonies, troops, pods and blooms; I now give you the 'jason'. As in "Oh shit, the Special Olympics van just pulled up; here comes a jason of retards". I'm what you call a low self-esteem narcissist.