Where Art Thou, Billy Mays?

2 days ago we took a trip down memory lane, reminiscing about a much simpler time. A time when gasoline had lead, presidents were white, movies were either G, PG, R, or X and we were so ignorant and misinformed that we actually expected women to have hair on their cunts. How young and naïve […]

They can put a man on the Moon and a vagina on a man, but they can't cure the common cold. Then again, they still haven't put a vagina on the Moon, so I guess there's a couple more steps to go.