Archive for September, 2002

A Guide on Getting Anyone You Ever Wanted Into Bed With You

Sunday, September 22nd, 2002

Are you joking? If I knew this, I sure as fuck wouldn’t be sitting here typing up crap for this site all the time!

Crisis Service Provider

Thursday, September 12th, 2002

It’s not every day you’re standing patiently at the traffic lights, idly performing your anal clench exercises when an elderly lady pulls a Jason Donovan and spontaneously falls to the ground.
I don’t mean a simple fall to the ground. I mean full-on, stay stiff as a plank and fall in a perfect arc, oh-my-god-what-are-all-these-purple-rats-running-around-me Jason […]

Banjo Hair

Wednesday, September 4th, 2002

‘What’ll it be,’ sighs the beleaguered hairdresser with the enthusiasm of someone naked in a bathtub, filled to the brim with sulfuric acid.
‘Spikes, please,’ I politely reply, and engage in that awful hairdressing predicament where you’re forced to confront your own realities of ugly disfigurement, and stare yourself in the eyes for a full ten […]