I checked the caller ID and it said the name of the same person who’d emailed me earlier that night. I was going to ignore it, as this person has a history of drunk dialing at all hours of the night, but he usually doesn’t leave messages if I don’t answer. So I dialed my voice mail just to make sure he wasn’t in jail or something.
What a concept. Allow the VICTIM of a crime to suggest the punishment for the convicted perpetrator.
And yet, somehow, Phelps is the evildoer of the hour because he went to a party and took a hit off someone\’s bong.
How does a movie that three out of four moviegoers think is a failure manage to gross 100 million fucking dollars?
Originally Published in Jan ‘07
One late summer Sunday afternoon back in 2006, Angie was attending a Party-Lite candle event, hosted by a friend of hers at the time, “Cassandra” . These are similar to the multi-level marketing schemes like Tupperware or sex-toy parties that [...]
I first would like to declare that I think rating systems are nothing more than chauvinistic devices for guys who are insecure about their small dicks.
