Quick!!! The link!! It’s Thing In Rubbers. Like me, both gross and fascinating.
Speaking of me, my Richie Tenenbaum costume this weekend better be a hit or else…. or else some asshole will get it across the grill with my tennis racket.
It should be good, I mean I’m growing the beard for the fucking thing. Something I’ve never done before and possibly ever again. I like my clean-shaven face better as does the lady. She even offered to help me shave the fucking thing off on Sunday morning but I had to decline because shaving hurts especially when it means dragging a three-month-old dull blade acrross your face. The pain means it’s working.
Okay fuckers, I put a nice link on the left-hand column urging you to make your presence known on a world map and only three shitheads (myself included) have decided to do it. I’m not asking for a bouquet, a hot meal, or a high-five. Just a few moments of your precious time. Dammit!!! Don’t make throw a fucking tantrum. And remember, we appreciate all readers of Flashcube.org and were I not in a meaningful, fulfilling, wonderful relationship I may considerer having a membership drive so to speak. But seeing as I’m already snatched up, you’re fucked. With that, I love you all. Mwmmahh!!!