Tag Archives: Corn Flakes

My Declaration of Independence from the Word “Your”

I might just want a goddamned V-8 instead of the same fucking orange juice you place in front of my cakehole every morning like I’m some kind of eating, pissing, and shitting robot. Continue reading

Posted in Culture, Divorced Parents, Navel Gazing, Punditry, Yutes | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment