Finally

I should have started this a long time ago, damnit.
http://guysofgrindr.tumblr.com/

Too Good

I happened to ask on my Twitter account (@FatCamp) on August 5 "how does bonnie hunt still have a show?" I just noticed that someone (@Imontheradio) replied @ me that she does not in fact have a show anymore. Apparently it is in reruns until September 10. And then "I take it by your question you're not a Bonnie Hunt fan." I had to go back and see what I actually wrote, because I had it in my head that I wrote something like "why the fuck is that no-talent cunt Bonnie Hunt still on the air?" What I did tweet was completely benign, but what I really want to know is how Stephanie Foo happened across my tweet. We either have some followers in common, or (what I'm convinced is more likely:) she for some searched all of Twitter for Bonnie Hunt. Why would someone do that?? It is mind-boggling. When you do that search, what are you hoping to find? The hot juicy gossip on all things Bonnie Hunt?

Oh hahaha. Well, after a minute's worth of research, I see that Ms. Foo is just a superfan of BH. There are several @Imontheradio tweets on BH's page. I kind of want to bait Foo now. I just need to come up with something AWFUL to say about Ms. Hunt and wait for the magic to happen.

Okay Sure

I don't know what is happening here or why, but I love it. Did everyone get served or did no one get served? Or maybe we, the collective viewers, were served. Yeah, I think that's right.

Of Course

My friend Brady always manages to find the nastiest stuff on the Internet there is. He searched for "moogle" images. They are these cute little creatures in the Final Fantasy franchise. So of course he happened across this picture:

Brady: wtf. how is this in the google image search for moogles?
me: only you
me: just leave it to you to find that shit
Brady: lol
Brady: so
Brady: I'm confused what is going on in that picture
me: i don't really want to enlarge it
Brady: lol
Brady: DAMN
Brady: who is getting boned thinking about moogles?
me: you
Brady: there are WAAAAAAY to many moogle penises on google images
me: ooooooh
Brady: : and there is one spreading its asscheeks
me: he has his little antenna thing in toad's ass
me: lol
Brady: : OOOOOOHHHHHHH
me: you sick fuck
me: like an anal bead
Brady: : HA
me: a singular anal bead

Um, What?

I saw this little bastard chilling all dead on the sidewalk in front of a chiropractic clinic by where I work. At first I thought it was a scorpion. I was a little freaked out, but it was obviously dead, so I looked a little closer. It was clearly not a scorpion, but a LOBSTER. A baby motherfucking lobster. What the fuck? I'm dying to know how a tiny, three-inch lobster wound up dead on the sidewalk in front of a chiropractor's business. Can you even buy them that small? Maybe at a pet store? Do pet stores sell lobsters? There's a story there, and I have half a mind to call them up and ask about it. So many questions.

Huh?

I can has nightmares?