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Monthly Archives: November 2010
Well, you knew this weekend would not pass without at least one Drunken Science rant on the Twats-O-Da-Week, the so-called feminist bloggers who have been hating on (there are so many, I need to make a list): Cheerleaders Science Cheerleaders … Continue reading
My mom and dad are funny. For the most part, they regard my affection for the booze with equal parts worry, fascination, and pride–the perfect cocktail of parental emotion, really. But every year at Thanksgiving they change the balance a … Continue reading
When I was interviewing for grad schools in 2004, I went to rural Big Ten University and flew from NorCal. On my flight over I was a bunch of paper from professors there I wanted to meet with, mostly in … Continue reading
Frozen Margarita reporting for drunk texting. Pre-college level textbooks are notorious for blatant inaccuracies. I’m used to spotting the errors in mine (take note Pearson Publishing, caffeine is NOT a banned substance in athletics you retards), and kinda expect my … Continue reading
I find it hilarious when people try to justify shit. Justification is ball-less 5th grader crap, if you don’t got ballz, go home and put your fucking diaper on. Case in point, I spent the early night playing guitar over … Continue reading