Yeah. Guess I’m just tired of the argument. For my part, I certainly come down on the side of the vegans. To me it isn’t so much a moral issue as an environmental and health issue. I want to tread lightly on this planet if I can. I try anyway. No, I’m not a complete vegan, but certainly a vegetarian, however. I seem to be moving ever that direction, though. Personally, if someone wants some bacon, by all means, HAVE SOME BACON. That shit is good :)
Some asshole, first world Vegan sit down with a starving African child, and explain to them why eating animal protein is morally wrong, and if they would just haul their black ass down to Whole Foods, they could get some yummy tofu.
But you know all these condescending prickish rock and roll stars espousing the lifestyle really don’t give a fuck about starving and malnourished children (largely brown) over the comfort of a chicken.
Lol. What I would like to see is that african child telling you they want you to go on exploiting more than twice as much resources to get a fucking steak in order for it to be enough for him to eat healthily.
Fucking inform yourself. No vegan is going to do that. We’re fighting for equality, not animal over humans.
So, next time you’re chumming on your big mac, fucking remember that with the resources used to produce that fucking hamburger you could have produced a decent meal for a family of five.
Lol. Gleeful meat-eaters who rag on vegans and gleeful vegans who rag on meat-eaters are both annoying. How many resources does it take to make all the computers and generate all the electricity so that random people around the world can argue about this? How many families of five could we feed if we didn’t shoot the satellite into space off which this pointless shit bounces?
There’s more to life than death. The idea of nothing beyond this life is completely illogical to me. It doesn’t even make sense from a science standpoint (re: conservation of energy). Science is woefully ill-equipped to deal with such complex ideas. It’s a tool, nothing more. Using science alone to explain Life, the Universe, and Everything is like trying to explain a car engine by the wrench you’re using on it.
I have no thoughts on the nature of the next step, only that there is one.
Like the sky with no stars. A bald man should never wear a hat or, gasp, get a toupee. That’s like throwing a tarp over a rose bush.
Remember when I used to post pictures of pretty feet? Ha. That was fun. Also, I see that I have made a grand total of 3 gifs in my life, one of which is me watching porn. I’m leaving them because of how stupid they are: Office Space, Mythbusters, Me Watching Porn.
OMG! I want to do this! I can bake the hell out of some cookies, and I love me some books!
Dude, no more cookies. I have never ate so many damn cookies. I don’t know what she put in them, but I’m guessing heroin. Plus, I gotta make a living somehow. Thanks, though :)
Most people never seem to consider what a house is. They want nice things. Nice is another word I hate. “Nice”. What a flimsy and flaccid word, the vocabulary equivalent of an old man’s wiener. It’s weird how many objects we have but don’t really need, how stressful all this extra material is to us. E-Z Storage is six long metal buildings comprised of dozens of individual units, and ten bucks says the whole place is full of crap.
Well, not anymore.
‘To take our country’… So weirdly vague. Take it where? From whom?
The ad appeared alongside an article I wrote for Cagle Cartoons and Commentary, here. It made me curious, so I looked at a few other articles I wrote for them and saw it here, which is an article where I make fun of the state of Arizona, an extremely easy thing to do. That article was a cakewalk. Took me eight minutes to write and four of those I spent in the kitchen making tea. Sheriff Joe, as everyone knows, is the fascist who runs law enforcement in Phoenix. His latest obsession is proving Obama wasn’t born in the U.S., something no one can prove and it doesn’t matter anyway because neither was Andrew Jackson. Obama is a Democrat and, worse, a black man, so it’s very very very very very very very important that his presidency be de-legitimized SOMEHOW.
And I’m looking and looking. No surprise: I can’t find anything good or interesting. All porn today is crap. Everything looks like it was shot with a hand-held in a Motel 6. The chick, with her giant plastic ball boobs and her giant plastic platforms, is screaming like her hair’s on fire—in a comically fake way, I might add. The steroid and viagra-infused dude is hairless and greasy. The horror.
It’s all crap and enough to make a man get Cinemax, I tell ya.
But I’m a glass-is-half-full type of guy, so I’m out there looking and hopeful. Eventually, I came to this one site. It was a bit softer, so I looked around. No videos, just pics of naked girls. A little boring, even for me.
What about us in-between guys? I lamented. Jesus. How about some dialog and a little missionary position? How about breaking out a tripod once in a while? How about a dominant girl who won’t crush my sack? Why must everything be so fucking extreme and low rent?
Anyway, I was about to give up and leave when I saw a TESTIMONIALS link. Really? Testimonials on a porn site? Is it 1995 today?
So I clicked on it and this what I read:
“Thank you for giving me naked girls that I can love. All of your naked girls have so much personality, and they are so adorable. They are like the dream naked girls I have always wanted to meet. I find their manner very approachable, as if they really want me to look at them and desire them in erotic ways. But more than that, I can tell they are very excited to be posing for me. It is a perfect relationship. All of your naked girls are very cute, and there are SO many of them. I love your site!”
Manfred J., Austria”
Laughter is the best orgasm.
A man on a mission. I got shit to buy. Look out world—or at least store.
All the best home improvement projects include a 12-pack of beer. Seriously. It’s in the Bible.
Before I get started, hummus and bread. A man needs his strength.
Here is the honey, yeast, and bee pollen. The bee pollen is for nutrient. I only need a teaspoon. Good thing I have plenty.
The must: water and dissolved honey. Sitting at 150 degrees.
The tisane: an infusion of kiwi fruit and hot water, kept in a thermos to facilitate festering. The tisane adds additional nutrient, plus acid for balance and a subtle character.
The Yeastie Boys, livening up in a common plastic bowl.
The final result. The concoction will undergo a controlled rotting we humans call “fermentation”. Magic, baby.
All winter long I’ve been brewing what are called “small” or “short” meads. Generally, people brew mead like wine and that means TIME. Small meads are brewed like beer. They have lower alcohol, take less time, and so on.
I’ve had pretty good luck so far, although I didn’t get the honey to water to fermentation time right a couple times and produced some excellent tasting, though extremely weak mead.
I don’t want to have to drink half a gallon of mead to cop a buzz. I want it right there in the meaty 6-9 percent range, like an ale. A few times I pulled it off and it was good.
Tonight I’m using a little more honey, plus a wine yeast, Bourgovin, which is harvested from grapes in the Cotes du Rhone. It’s French and being a maniacal Francophile, I like it already even though I never tried it.
Wish me luck. Maybe I’ll post pictures like I did that one time before. If you’re interested in that one time: 1, 2, 3.
Everybody stay beautiful.