Locker Room Remix

There ought to be a rule against this. So wrong. So, so wrong.

Enjoy!

Fuck, It's Just Another Four-Letter Word

It's filthy, I know. But here it is.

Will Grant

We adore you, Will Grant.






We worship you, Will Grant.

rippedlads

 We love you, Will Grant.

Jonathan Agassi

boyculture

If he gives you that look.
If he opens his legs like that.
You know.
He knows.
Give in.
There's no escape.
Well?

Still Single But

Choose your own self-adventure. Are you still single but:

(a) happy. 

(b) happy and just happy to be me, by my side

(b) ready to mingle, always

(c) lonely and looking

(d) lonely but sometimes not

(e) confused about what state I want to be in

(f) no ifs, no buts, just single, thank you.

(g) who knows? I'm hopeful.

(h) supply your own permutation

(i) all of the above

(j) any one of the above

(k) any two of the above

(l) none of the above

(m) I don't know

(n) I don't care

iwastesomuchtime

 But here's another perspective worth reading and smiling about.

"If frantic reports filled news networks today stating that a giant meteor was approaching rapidly and we have a week — tops — to live who would be the first people to cross your mind? It’s safe to say that family and close friends would rank high on many lists, but what about romantic companions? If ever there were an unfortunate time to be single, this scenario is it. So often, single folks grumble over their loneliness and are told to relax because, “It’s not the end of the world.” Well now it is, and most people aren’t keen on the idea of dying without arms to rest in, or a hand to hold.

nlcblog

Sometimes it’s hard to appreciate the routine days that we criticize for their monotonous feel. The humdrum stretches of life that consist of us waking up, handling responsibilities, going to sleep and repeating make us forget how lucky we are. The fact that this unpredictable world has managed to preserve life for another day is worthy of some credit. And while everything is fine right now, in the back of our minds we’re well aware that it could change in an instant." (Thought Catalog)

Why we love Chris Kluwe

Behold: A smart jock and cute one too. And, man, can he write! His blitz cuts with hairline precision. 

Deft sleight of hands and thoughts.

I finally found someone I want to trade intimate fromunda thoughts with. I'm lustful of your muscular brains, you hot jock you. C'mere boy.

You're one hot dude, Chris Kluwe. You can line my back, anytime, anywhere. I'm ready!

My Entertainment World

And here's why:

"Dear Emmett C. Burns Jr.,

I find it inconceivable that you are an elected official of Maryland's state government. Your vitriolic hatred and bigotry make me ashamed and disgusted to think that you are in any way responsible for shaping policy at any level. The views you espouse neglect to consider several fundamental key points, which I will outline in great detail (you may want to hire an intern to help you with the longer words):

1. As I suspect you have not read the Constitution, I would like to remind you that the very first, the VERY FIRST Amendment in this founding document deals with the freedom of speech, particularly the abridgment of said freedom. By using your position as an elected official (when referring to your constituents so as to implicitly threaten the Ravens organization) to state that the Ravens should "inhibit such expressions from your employees," more specifically Brendon Ayanbadejo, not only are you clearly violating the First Amendment, you also come across as a narcissistic fromunda stain. What on earth would possess you to be so mind-boggingly stupid? It baffles me that a man such as yourself, a man who relies on that same First Amendment to pursue your own religious studies without fear of persecution from the state, could somehow justify stifling another person's right to speech. To call that hypocritical would be to do a disservice to the word. Mindfucking obscenely hypocritical starts to approach it a little bit." (Deadspin)

White Weekend

I miss you, damn it!
Why'd you have to take
The weekend flight.
Come back soon, babe.
I'll only have white walls
And noises for company.
And your day-old white shirt
Hinting of your smell and faint cologne.

Gay Geek

Freddie & the Angries

Here's an homage to a legend by Ipad's resident anti-porcine avians.