Day 300: 300 Words About 300
Holy shit, I made it. Day 300. That’s pretty fucking nuts to think that I’m still spitting out all this schlock and you are all still reading it. Thanks, Mom. To celebrate the… Continue reading
Holy shit, I made it. Day 300. That’s pretty fucking nuts to think that I’m still spitting out all this schlock and you are all still reading it. Thanks, Mom. To celebrate the… Continue reading
I’ve been breezing through the WCW canon faster than a 24/7 Title reign. This could be attributed to the fact that Rachel has been going to bed super early, I’ve been staying up… Continue reading
He sits there stiffly, patience growing slimmer by the second. It’s not moving. It never seems to be moving. It never will be moving. It’s probably construction. Or a broke-down truck. Or maybe… Continue reading
What’s up, dudes and dudettes? We finally made it to the All-Star Break! Rejoice! This means that for the next 4 days, we are free from the shackles of setting our lineups and… Continue reading
Holy crap, what a gloomy week it was. When there wasn’t cheap pops and crackles filling the sky, rain clouds were. The only days that it didn’t rain, it was so unbearably hot… Continue reading
The sweltering heatThings I do to see deGromLike burning my knees Video’s too longAlready hyped from lineupsBut the crowd goes mild The Nido shuffleFinding holes where some don’tAnd grabbing asses Ah, that’s a… Continue reading
Good Moleman. That’s odd. Usually the blood gets off on the second floor. And it smells funny in there. It’s Friday, July 9th, 202One. The weather in Queens is 81˚ & Pantone 19-4052… Continue reading
It’s Thursday afternoon. And I know what that means. My brain is sunburnt, the weekend is coming, the horns on Broome St are honking and I get to write a random number of… Continue reading
As reported by every single news source covering sports, sports entertainment and the state of Florida, Jimmy Uso was pulled over Monday night in Pensacola. He was driving 50 in a 35 and… Continue reading
Because you would never expect anything less from me, what follows is an extremely personal account about the worst two weeks of my life and the lives of some people that I love.… Continue reading