In this video, I read the letters Papa II wrote me with his own hands, burn them, and then eat some of the ashes to own my half of the stupidity of it all. As you hear the words, remember that I am not a young, hot chick a guy would need to lie to…
I’m feeling a bit misanthropic today. Shovelling through reams of idiocy on both sides of the feminist and MRA (men’s rights activist) issue is leaving me a bit mentally fatigued. I know, I know…It’s my own fault. I’m bored since Hannibal is sick, and the enzymes are wearing off, so I thought I’d go back…
Anytime someone wants to make you feel bad for being an oddball, remember what you’re about to see here:
The standard issue American dream.