My Recollection. One unhappy pappy. Sweat actually cleans this suit. Bunk with me tonight. When it’s guys that beat you up it becomes easy to see women as just better.…

My Recollection The State Lottery. This is the part of the job I hate. Firm proud buttocks. Gambling is harmless enough, but gamblers are sad creatures. When you fellate a…

My Recollection. The sound of Snake’s lights turning on. Stubbiness. Locker door opening. There’s a moment in Preacher where Herr Starr is explaining to his troop of religious nuts that,…

My Recollection. Raphael was right, you do gotta know what a crumpet is to understand cricket. Crumpets are an odd breakfast toastable. They look like warts, they feel like warts,…

My Recollection. Come back, zinc! Ow, my eyeball! I am gay. The morality that structures/suffocates my behaviour today wasn’t always the loudest voice in my head. It’s difficult to get…

My Recollection. Alley balls. GET… OUT. It’s not like we got so attached to her. Staying at other people’s houses is always a strange experience for a child as it’s…

My Recollection.   Cin-Cincinnati-cin-Cincinnati-nat-Cincinnati-i. This is where she prints her weekly feminist newsletter. Thank you, Ralph, very graphic. “Okay, no spitting” The thing about rules is that they exist in blocks.…

My Recollection. The internet has taught me that there are two types of women who suck dog dicks: the ones who are getting paid and the ones who like it.…

My Recollection Gulp’n’Blow. I’m from the Alabama chapter. He did that on purpose. There’s this mythical king of pre-Corinth called Sisyphus and he was a bit of a cunt. He…

Alright dipshits and illiterates, here’s the version where you don’t have to think as much.