Oh, I don't have the ability to feel disgust anymore. Had my first bite of dinner, baby unloads an explosive charge in his nappy. Clean it up while I finish chewing, carefully fold the nappy so nothing spills anywhere, wash orange stains off my hands, sit down and continue with my dinner. Green berets squatting in the jungle haven't been properly desensitised yet.

I've also stopped caring if the baby pukes a bit of milk on my shirt. Quick wipe, on with the day.

Apparently, if you avoid doing a thing for a brief period of time, it is a demonstration of self-control and virtue. Thus, you are a better person and can nut, drink and eat uncontrollably for the entire rest of the year. I don't personally believe in such practices. Do anything whenever you feel like it, but in moderation.

Good thing that argument fizzled out in a chase for internet points and nothing was taken out on the streets.

I know about the bolt in the stage floor. I'm a bit too top heavy and ruined in my ankles to lean forward 60 degrees from one of those.

The ankle and calf strength needed to do that. Of course, I'm sure I could've lifted MJ with one arm (especially now), but if I had tried that dance move, I'd have to be carried off stage on a stretcher.

I'm gonna say it: Jack Kerouac sucks. I've read many different authors, but none have been as annoyingly unreadable as him. You're supposed to "ride the wave of his thoughts?". No thanks. To me, that just sounds like a vain excuse for bad writing.

Dude mirin' his junk like it's all that...

And Dark Athena. Can't have one without the other

One of the many reasons the Philippines is the westernmost South American country. There, it goes by the name chinelas, sending shivers down the spine (and butt cheeks) of all who hear its name.

The game, however....Pure gold

Quesadilla P.D. has arrived. Woop-woop! That's the sound of da police!