|  |  | Pink is Not for Men I want to take a moment to apologize to my faithful reader body, every last loser, pimp, pervert, bum, slob and drip. I know you've all been anxiously awaiting the thrilling conclusion of "(7/4/05)
 
 Mickey Does Vegas
 Well well, welcome back to the chaotic worm fart that is my life. I don't know what it is that's out there, call it God, Buddha or the force, whichever stirs your Kool-Aid, but I have discovered that it has a sense of humor.
 
 Over the past couple...  (4/18/05)
 
 I, Robot Builder
 Well well well, I have come to learn a few things about myself in these past few weeks, but nothing more important than this: I will never smoke PCP again. Unless it's free.
 
 I've spent the past six weeks roaming the Earth, which later turned out...  (4/18/05)
 
 Yuppies Aren't Real
 I would like to take this opportunity to express to the world my view about Yuppies. I hate them. Bottom line. Thanks for listening.    Yuppies would be our idea of cool if we lived in a world Bill Gates had farted out of his ass. That's what he...  (9/6/04)
 
 Midgets Aren't All They're Cracked Up to Be
 From the first day I pulled Nevil out of my duffel bag and locked him in the trophy case in my living room, I thought that I was pretty damn clever for acquiring a midget. I pictured all kinds of everyday tasks that he could perform for me; it would...  (5/17/04)
 
 This is Mickey Hanes!
 Good morning world, I am the one and only Mickey Hanes. Who the hell is Mickey Hanes, you ask?    Well, that's a question for the ages, but it's not important right now. What is important is how I came to learn of the commune.    I was quietly...  (3/8/04)
 
 
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Quote of the Day“A little bad taste is like a dash of paprika. A lot of bad taste, like a grinder full of cayenne pepper. And doing that annoying Cajun guy impression while doing anything—well, that's just beyond bad taste.”
 -Dirty Parkbench
 Fortune 500 CookieIn the annals of history, there has always been one man who laughs uncontrollably whenever someone says "annals"—that's your legacy. Turn up the heat this week, 'cause that fucking turkey has been in the oven since Saturday. If you can't beat them, join them, and show them what real losers they are for accepting you into the group. Lucky bastards this week are Tom Monroe, Pete Gelbart, Judy Simon, and that son you're pretty sure is living in Winnipeg now.
 
 Try again later.
 Top Easter Memories| 1. | Stuffing all those eggs up the bunny's ass. For the children. |  | 2. | Knee-deep in Peeps. |  | 3. | Kicked out of church for eating wooden Jesus. Thought it was chocolate. |  | 4. | I'll be damned, family really can tell ham from Spam. |  | 5. | Boil the eggs next year. Sweet Jesus, boil the motherloving eggs. |  |
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