This is Bat Country
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a […]
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a […]
There was a time when the internet meant something. A filthy democracy of thought, porn, conspiracy boards, lunatics in basement
Man, I basically owe my life to J-Kwon. When this song dropped at the 04’ Homecoming dance and I experienced
I gave away 10% of a future multi-million dollar website and my fucking dev guy keeps eating edibles instead of
This is the move, this is why she wanted to go to the theater. This wasn’t a real date for her; she wanted something else. I get it now! New Beverly Cinema sex!
the secrets of Los Angeles become very trivial the closer you get to the ocean. Maybe all the salt in the air fucks with the thought process?
I’m a huge advocate of ice. I don’t profile, I like all types of ice: crushed, cubed, shaved, crescent, blocks. Which makes living in an apartment with a non ice producing refrigerator very difficult, but alas, I battle through.
After checking my phone I realized it was only 11 o’clock, new born babies don’t go to bed before midnight in Hollywood. Taking this into consideration, I refused to let Mr.Clean ruin my night, so I tapped into my unearned and overinflated ego, swallowed my pride, and hummed Jay-Z’s “Onto the Next One” while I waited for an Uber to bring me to my buddy’s apartment.