Cram it up your cramhole, La Fleur.

I feel like stabbing my eyeball with a paperclip the shape of Fozzie Bear. (The bear is now under construction.) My boss had his performance review today and I don’t need a doctorate from Kiss My Ass University to know, it did not go well. He’s chucking a tanty under the guise of legitimacy, whichContinue reading “Cram it up your cramhole, La Fleur.”

Pucker up, buttercup.

Is it just me, or do nice people chafe you like a cheap pair of undies? They should be avoided like an Oliver Stone movie. Sure, hanging out with them seems like a happy place, where you can frolic through the proverbial, PG and free. But the minute you show your dark side, like aContinue reading “Pucker up, buttercup.”