I apologize for the title. I was going to be a little more honest about how I felt, but, "Fuck You, Bill Simmons and our Masturbatory, Overrated Screeds about How Much Smarter You are than Everyone Else" didn't fit in the little title box as neatly as I would have liked. C'est la vie. Read More »

So, in honor of the most venerable PIC Hair Week (which apparently lasts two weeks)—I thought I'd take a break from writing about my own hair and write about somebody else's.

You see young lads and lassies, way back when I was a college-aged buck, there was such a thing as females with pubic hair. Revolting, I know. But it's a fact. We also thought Limp Bizkit was cool. Read More »

(I decided to extend PIC Hair Week. I experienced some computer problems, so my other Hair Week posts were left to sit.) (My computer problems were the fact that I started playing computer games again.)

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Dear Diary,

A long time ago, my brother Dwayne and I used to be best friends.

Today, we are arch enemies as we fight for the same girl.

I remember back in the day though, we used to have a lot of fun together.  We would both come home after school and have the house to ourselves for at least 2 hours before our parents would come home from work. Read More »

Read Part I

To be honest, I was a little of the fence about writing this part II, but hey, people seemed to be interested in it. Plus, I just watched Belicheck get fucked over by his own cleverness; clearly it's a sign that it's about time that people who aren't nearly as smart as they think they are to get their comeuppance. Read More »

Life got you down? Is your parole officer really annoying? Do your kids refuse to look at you or acknowledge your prescence? Read More »

I'm sitting at work, wondering how I can distinguish myself. I run through a list of options in my mind; working harder? No, that sounds like hard work. Working smarter? If I could work smarter, wouldn't I be doing it already? Bringing in delicious red velvet cupcakes? Not bad, but easily forgettable in the parade of pastries passed through the people of the office. Read More »

It's bait. Read More »

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I was on the fence about writing about this, but then I saw KC's post about his hair and figured why not? I don't think the woman in question reads PIC, and if she does, well, I'll deal with it. Read More »

I swear I'm not a dirty hippie. Yeah, my hair is long. But seriously, I'm not a hippie. I'm also not joining a band or making a statement. Believe me, I hate my long hair. I've got a reason to grow it out and it's a pretty good one. Read More »

Bonjour, Best-Men! Read More »

As you may or may not know, I've been known to occasionally post some lyrics on this here blog. I had an idea for some, and was just listening to a few songs to orient myself in a proper cadence. Unsuprisingly, lyrics are easier to write if you have an idea of what they should sound like. Read More »

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I have to get something off my chest. I have this secret that I'm supposed to keep a secret my whole life, for my own protection. I'm not supposed to tell anyone. So it's just me and this secret, staring each other down. Read More »