A rock.

A rock that is flatter than it is thick. In college my friend picked it up and wrote PUNK on it. It became punk rock. We ended up becoming best friends and roommates for the rest of college and I ended up with the punk rock when we graduated. Fast forward many years and I hosted a party he attended. When he departed I gifted him with the punk rock. Its something insignificant but means so much.

I don’t have a brother but he’s as close as it gets.

That’s cool and all… But have you also thought about the gains you could make for the rich people behind the curtain if you were just a good citizen and fell in line and connected your TV to the Internet and consumed all the ads?

That’s a big fucking problem if true. Albeit a short lived problem.

114 days and over half of a million skipped segments.

Chatting with God.

Give me a fact that most people may not know?

Nice picture.

Side note: Fuck them loud, horny motherfuckers.