Abercrombie asks 'Jersey Shore' cast to wear something else - USATODAY.com

Abercrombie asks 'Jersey Shore' cast to wear something else - USATODAY.com

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I'm not sure who are the bigger douche bags here...Abercrombie or the Jersey Shore.  I hate to admit The Situation is pretty hot if he just stands still and doesn't say anything.  Too bad he's a bad lay from what I read online.  Check out the article by clicking here.

HOLY SHIT SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE ME THESE!!!!

ok, my kryptonite?  sour patch kids.  So you can imagine me creaming my pants when Trey forwarded me this link to a Sour Patch Kids cupcake recipe.  Check it out ...and make me one.

http://www.ingredientsofa20something.com/2011/01/sour-patch-kids-cupcakes.html

The Reality of Dreams...

Earlier this week marked the 11 year anniversary of losing my grandmother to Alzheimer. I really hate using the word "anniversary". It just calls to mind celebrating happy occasions. There's nothing celebratory about the death of one of the most influential women in my life. She meant the world to me. The same day would also have been my grandfather's 97th birthday. He passed away early in the New Year.

Naturally, I find myself thinking about my grandparents now and then. But this past month I've had an unusual number of dreams where their presence has been strangely recurring. I've always thought about keeping a notepad and pen close when I sleep in so I can quickly write down the details of my dreams while they're fresh in my mind but unfortunately never went through with it. I don't remember them clearly but the basic themes of family, betrayal and anger, although the betrayals aren't of my making nor is the anger ever from them. I can't help feeling like I'm missing a message or something. Like I'm being told something. Warned of something, perhaps. These just don't feel like usual random dreams. Especially since it seems an entire nights worth of dreams are either continued one from another with my waking up in between not stopping the storyline, or linked together somehow. And I can't be 100% sure but I don't recall having a dream where both my grandmother and grandfather both present together.

First look: Henry Cavill as Superman

Amy Adams as Lois Lane, Laurence Fishburne as Perry White, Russel Crowe as Jor-El, and Diana Lane as Martha Kent. So far so good. Let's not fuck this one up, Warner Bros.

...whoa

yeah, I don't know what I'd do if confronted with a one eyed monster of this size. probably run the other way. offer to feed it a peanut. whatever as long as he doesnt think i'm gonna be putting that thing in any of my orifices.
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Shook my ass so hard the other night at the club to this!

"Is it supposed to smell like shit in here?" - Slutty Iotis

Quote after curiously entering "The Hole" at a skanky bar the other night.

Paul McCartney Really Is Dead: The Last Testiment of George Harrison

My sister was telling me about this documentary she watched on NetFlix the other night. It's the "supposed" first person narration by George Harrison after being attacked by a crazed fan regarding Paul McCartney's death and cover up. Regardless if it's authentic or not it's an interesting theory with some compelling points.

Know your law people...

This man is my hero. Cops try picking up what looks like his ten year old child but get way more than they bargained for when they're met with an angry, and educated father. Wonder if they would have been so quick to pick up this little kid if he were a white kid.

American ad banned from major networks by Citizens Against Government Waste

This ad was deemed too "controversial" by most major American networks. Why are people so scared of the truth?

Unaired Wonder Woman Pilot

Haven't had a chance to sit down and watch this completely yet but wanted to post it up for others to "enjoy". I hope it's not as bad as everyone is telling me it is.

...and one for the road.

Guess the three times I've ejaculated already today, all by Trey's doing, must have not been enough to curb the urge to rub one out.

We're men, it's what we do.  Though I feel like I may be getting spoiled by the regular good morning/good afternoon/good night blow jobs.  I thought being kinda sore down there from over use may have deterred my desire to get off.  Guess not...

Lazy Sundays

Decided to have a one of my Day without Pants yesterday. Had a pretty busy day running around finding something decent to wear for my uncles 70-something birthday Taconazo (niza, some shit like that). Basically they hired a Mexican to man the grill and serve everyone tacos. Kinda like slavery. This after joining Trey for breakfast and the handicapped pride parade early in the morning. It's things like his going to the handicapped pride parade even though his job didn't mandate that have me so smitten. He wanted to support his clients and employees and friends. I found out he was at Slut Walk this year too. Joined my cousins for some shots, smoked with the douche-in-law, got back home to Trey waiting for me with a bag full of an assortment of candies and as movie. (Insidious. Ugh, what a let down of a potentially great movie.) It was a good night.

Trey and I taking the el in to the handicapped pride parade.

Been just laying about all afternoon after waking up late in the morning holding on to Trey tightly.  We spent the rest of the day in various states of undress, gorging on Sour Patch Kids, Lemon heads, and Star Bursts, and each other and polishing off whatever was leftover of the vodka infused chocolate whip cream from the other night, on each other. Later in the evening we had some greasy food delivered and watched Mommie Dearest and Once Bitten, two of my child hood favorites.  I remember loving movies like Mommie Dearest and Hairspray (the original, and only).  I was drawn to, even though I barely understood enough to know what was going on to Absolutely Fabulous.  How the hell did I not know I was gay till my early twenties?  I used to have the biggest hard on for Jim Carey in Once Bitten.Trey and I both agreed. Best. Danceoff. Ever.