No, Diego, No.

It’s time for number 7 on our “10 Things I Hate About Yule” countdown, Children’s Christmas television. Just this morning, I have heard every Christmas song ever written, most of which were sung by that dancing douche of a dinosaur, Barney. The Barney Christmas episode is a crime against humanity, Continue Reading

You may call me P.

Picture, prey, a purulant putz and his pusillanimous pursuivant, a puissant pair as pleasant as a purulent pudendum. Though promise and pledges were proffered, this polychracy (for they are no psephocracy) seems bent on ptochogony. Their politics, preposterous! This piffling party shows a predilection toward pseudomania and pseudosophy. Protest proudly Continue Reading