a light at the end of every flesh tunnel

Have you ever had one of those farts that ripple up your buttcrack and erupt from its crest--instead of just spilling from the designated hole? I had one while I was eating my cereal this morning. My posture wasn't quite 90 degrees and I may have been favoring the left hemassphere, so I figured I was just sitting wrong...

...and then it happened again at work. While I was standing.

I'm pretty sure my cheeks are in top condition and I haven't been inserting many foreign objects into my diarrhea faucet in recent weeks...so I have no idea what's causing this phenomenon.

Part of me finds this amusing...but a greater part of me fears the formation of an odorous brown patch on my lower back.

The solution?

I've invested in an economy pack of cotton balls to stuff along my crack, held in place only by the sticky perspiration naturally found within that region after a morning jog.

However, fearing the powerful gust may prove too much for a mere cotton barricade, I've also invested in a "picnic pack" of bendy straws that I'm hoping I can rig into an elaborate fart rerouting system. I'll tape them together, creating a "gas line," if you will, that would start at the northernmost ridge of my ass, sending the farts up my spinal column, over my right shoulder, down my arm and out the sleeve of my jacket.

Not only would I thwart an unwanted scented "tramp stamp," this method would also give the illusion that I have magical powers--such as a sprinkling of foul fairy dust from my fingertips, or bolts of rancid heat from my palms. Whenever I feel gaseous, I'll shake the hand of a coworker, pinch the cheeks of a baby or fingerbang a bedridden elderly woman against her will.

You see, folks...when nature fucks with you, you need to take a deep breath and compose yourself. With a clear head you can turn any negative into a positive, just ask those silly H.I.V. fanatics.

What a "lovely" day.

I got back to my house 20 minutes from the time I'd left, with a thirst for more than just the morning coffee in my right hand. It is Tuesday, a day in which new music and movies are released nationwide on digital formats for our consumer needs. I hadn't anticipated any particular new releases, but I knew I'd find something, anything to put further stress on my iPod's hard drive in no more than thirty seconds of riffling through the iTunes store.

I hit the 128 kb/s jackpot when I discovered AFI had a new album out!



I immediately purchased the album and gulped down my coffee with great anticipation as the songs downloaded to my computer and transferred over to my iPod. I cancelled my 12:30 business luncheon and went out for a long nature walk to really absorb the new songs; to take in every note and become one with the music.

I'd like to share with you my review as it appears on iTunes. I typically write six-word record reviews, but this release is so special, so enchanting...I felt the need to go above and beyond--a reflection, if you will, of the album itself.

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Wil vs Car

God, I hate Wil. I've tried killing him so many times over the years, but this is probably the closest I've come. I still think if Gay Andy stuck to our original plan and backed into him--it would've done the trick.

dog urine on couch cushion

Looks like I'll be sleeping on the floor tonight.

Hopefully it's still wet in the morning so someone knows to clean it up.

Rejected Dudes

Roommate Dudes was removed from YouTube after just over 24 hours due to inappropriate content. What's so inappropriate about it? The fact that it shows two guys in the bathroom together? Now, the bigotry over at YouTube is what I find inappropriate. Homophobia is at an all-time high, folks, and pretty soon YouTube is going to round up 6 million gay men and women imprison them in camps and gas them to death.

DOWN WITH YOUTUBE!

ALL HAIL COLLEGEHUMOR.COM!

Roommate Dudes

This l’il nugget of shit is the surprise video I unveiled after Bella Morte’s performance at The Haunt in Ithaca, NY two weeks ago. All you out-of-towners that couldn’t make it up to the show (and all you local shitbags that sat around grinding your pud into the carpet instead of going out) can finally see what all the fuss was about. Enjoy...

The infamous taint ring.

The aftermath of Pirate vs Wolfman on Planet X Episode #3:



If you're not listening to Pirate vs Wolfman by now, do yourself a favor and subscribe to it for free on iTunes, catch up on all the old episodes and anticipate the news ones. What other radio show has mayhem like this:


Make sense of it all by tuning in.

Episode #10 went up this morning, so check your iTunes or find it here.