Category Archives: Perennial Trouble in Paradise

Leg.

Look at this poor, upset man. This is his blowjob face, and it's my sciatica face.

Look at this poor, upset man. This is his blowjob face, and it’s my sciatica face.

Body pain is pretty awful, right? Sure it is! Whether you accidentally stub your toe, or you slam that pathetic flap of skin you call your genitalia against the wall on a racquetball court in front of a standing room-only audience of horrified children on purpose, chances are slim that the aching part of your physique isn’t the worst part of your day. The relief might be grand, or maybe it feels amazing to just not owe money to the mob for the first time in your adult life, but the pain? No, no thank you. Read the rest of this entry

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Chasing Hitler

Man, I have felt like a giant sack of fibrous shit since Sunday. I remember waking up in a rage, which I regret to admit is no longer an uncommon occurrence. It’s not that my eyes even open anymore; when it’s time to be awake, the holes where eyes once were just fill with white flame and then I’m UP. Hello immediate panic, immediate frustration and constant, angry fear, all of it so aimless and useless and never anything I wanted. Read the rest of this entry

McDonald’s Clearly Drove Its Employees Insane

I get the strangest feeling that this is a lie, but who can be sure nowadays, right? (Oh, reprinted under Fair Use blah blah blah...)

I get the strangest feeling that this is a lie, but who can be sure nowadays, right? (Oh, reprinted under Fair Use blah blah blah…)

OK, so it’s not just McDonald’s, but they definitely brought about a billion straws to test in finding the breaker for that old camel’s back! If you don’t live in one of a handful of major cities, ranging from a metropolis like New York City to a corpse like Detroit, you might not be aware that thousands of fast-food employees went on strike this week. Read the rest of this entry

A Split-Second Nightmare of Diversity Training (Corporate America, Round 2)

It always starts in the last place you'd think.

It always starts in the last place you’d think.

If only we’d known how it would change us, maybe we could have done something to stop it. Read the rest of this entry