Dr. Faustroll Writes The Wrongs

Now that the PGA has named the three players who will play with Tiger Woods, attention has shifted to whether Woods will strap on the Nike swoosh emblazoned codpiece to give wasted wankers and their willful wives the opportunity to experience the…

I'm so tired of the French taking advantage of the best the NOMF has to offer, from Jerry Lewis to recycled British game and reality shows. Now they have embraced the entire soul and inspiration of American culture with The Game of Death, inspired…

Imagine living across the road for this asshole.

This worthless fuck continues to exercise his imaginary right to launch an X15 whenever he feels like it because Washingtion Conuty, Oreon is incpable of finding its own ass

I know I'm a little late coming to this, but as my guidance counsellor at William Cullen Bryant High School repeatedly told me for reasons that totally escape me: "Better late than never."

My own take is that if you're late, you might as well phone…

Looking for a new job and working on getting full use of my leg back, we needed to get away and start looking at kitties. Mrs. Faustroll still wakes me weeping for Ocean, and even my curmudgeonly eyes sometimes cloud in the morning when I imagine I…

Actually, that's bullshit. I was born with God's umbilical cord wrapped around my throat. I was a term plus two month shit-ass doomsayer sucked into the world by a morality I don't have much truck for even today, sixty-three years later. My thoughts…

You can get me wrong if you want. It won't matter. People have got me wrong before, and I'm still here, deep in the belly of the beast, living amongst the teabaggers who are too chickenshit to come up the hill and see what I got for them. 

Cops? Cops…

It's that cosmic time in the universe again, boys and girls, ladies and gentleman, Tuesday after lunch, and your mission, should you choose to ignore other less important tasks in your meaningless lives, is to leave a comment here or at Internation…

In three or four days, the last of the ads I accepted through this Mongoloid Sairhead Downs Syndrome Clusterfuck will be gone, and I will nuke the widget and wait for Cindy and her trannie gang of dumb cunts to finally kick my antisocial ass out of…

I have been remiss again in my duties as a co-blogger at Internation Musings, where it is my job to explain to roughly 95% of the idiots on this planet why the less than 5% of which I am an integral part by an accident of birth are still number one.…