Picture my Matthew Stone When I was younger my Jesus-loving mother forbade me from ever going to a psychic, because, quite plainly, “psychics are servants of the devil.” And the censorship didn’t end there. There was an entire list of … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2009
Gay boyfriends are so much better than straight boyfriends. They love you for who you are, they don’t mind if your tits look saggy, and they say things like, Baby you look fierce! rather than things like Fuck. I accidentally … Continue reading
Most of what I originally wrote in this blog post wasn’t true, and I realized I was being a massive cunt, so I have since taken it down.
So, after two years of living in a showerless home, we finally got a “shower” put in at Squallyoaks. It’s a power-shower of sorts, that heats up water electronically (since we don’t have gas), and cost a mere £40. Bargain, … Continue reading
Little siblings are a strange breed. When you think about it, they’re essentially just miniature, more refined versions of you. They’re your parents’ second, more experienced attempt. They’re the innocent to your guilty—the Able to your Cain. Well, that’s what … Continue reading