Posts tagged ‘hoarders’
When I was growing up I always thought gay people were really clean, neat and organized people. My parents and Will ( from Will And Grace) informed me of this myth at an early age. When I myself discovered I was gay at the tender age of 16 I was extremely happy to know that I would be headed into a social world full of only clean/neat people. I quickly learned though that all my premonitions of gay people were wrong; WHAT!? To my shock and absolute astonishment I’ve found that the majority of gays are not clean at all, in fact many are outright filthy! Having been in the houses of many gay men (because I’m a building inspector of course) I have seen the horror with my own eyes.
The absolute worst case of uncleanliness Read more…
I’m sure most of you have heard about Chris Brown’s alleged gay Twitter conversations with R&B singer Martyn. I am normally excited when a celebrity comes out of the closet, but this time I am praying to the Gay Gods of Mount Olympdicks that he stays buried deep in the closet. Buried so deep that the only way he would ever be found is on a season finale of Hoarders.
The fact of the matter is that we don’t want him in our club. For one, I think that we would have a hard time explaining to him that fighting for gay rights isn’t the same thing as fighting Rihanna. Not to mention he is a trash talking, anti-gay piece of shit.
But alas, he can sing, dance, and wears a multitude of different bow ties so I fear the worst. Get ready gays – Chris Brown could be switchin’ sides. The alleged conversations after the jump…..
New Jersey, I am looking at you. I know that it isn’t a new occurrence for a Jersey girl to be a bad-ass, shit-talking, cigarette-smoking, hoop earring-wearing two-toned extensioned eventual mob wife, but with the success of shows like Jersey Shore, Jerseylicious, and Hoarders (sp? whoreders?) it seems that lately these loud mouthed troglodytes have been shoved into our faces more than ever. Dina Lohan, I am also looking at you. And frankly, I am tired of getting a spray tan from watching my TV. So here are some guidelines on raising your daughter right:
Don’t buy your daughter a boob job for her 3rd birthday. Young girls should have to pay for their own boobs to learn the value of a hard day’s work. See how much she cares about her appearance after scrubbing out a Mcdonald’s fryer for eleven hours at 3 bucks an hour while their leery 21 year old manager with a child-molester goatee stares her down. She will learn there are far more important things in life–like college degrees and industrial lesbian strength sports bra’s. Read more…
*Since Jmo Posts more than I do, I am adding him as a contributor. This will be his last post as a reader. Welcome him with open tits.
Sometimes in our lives we feel stuck… but it isn’t everyday that you actually physically get stuck. Such a state of stuckiness happened to none other than Gloganvlog founder Gary. During Gary’s birthday antics last weekend we drank an entire handle of cherry Svedka vodka, and about 6 glasses of red wine. Our blood alcohol level was enough to make Edward Cullen drunk from just one taste, so clearly shenanigans were bound to take place. And shenanigans took place indeed (this is pure gold people, you can’t write this shit)….