Ivory Soap Is Worse Than Shit

My shitter at home is sweet, with a capital everything. If I leave the door open when I crap (and really, if you have nothing to hide, love america and aren’t a terrorist, then you should) I can see the TV. Fuck reading, I can crap to Judge Judy. Today’s turd though, meant business. No […]

It saddens me that the most appropriate response to people like you in a situation like this has become an overused, hackneyed throw-away phrase. Although we have all heard it at least 4 times today just in passing, please allow me to say it one more time with heartfelt earnest and every fiber of my being behind it: Fuck you.