This is the story of a series of events that cumulated in a pretty shitty day for one particular dude. I used to know this guy named Brock. My roommates and I would throw big parties at my place pretty frequently, and this guy would be over fairly often, as we shared a decent amount of close mutual friends. I never really knew him that well, and the things I did know about him I didn’t like. He was a drug dealer, and while I don’t really care about the profession itself, he was the worst kind of drug dealer. He was shady, always acted a little arrogant, and tended to treat women like shit (even super nice ones). continue reading »

For the record, I had an epic introduction for this article, but after reading through it a couple times for clarity, I realized… no introduction, no matter how good, would be able to justify or describe how much of a fat ass I am.

I have no idea what possessed me to do this, but in all my shame, I seek penance for my sin. continue reading »

How the fuck did the only two sports articles in the history of this website come up for publication today? I swear to god, I almost didn’t post this, but then you would all be like “Life at 160 is the laziest fucker on the planet.” [source] It’s a true-to-life catch-22. continue reading »