Man that fucking Mitsibishi ad is so fucking annoying. “Is it a Mitsy?” will never be a thing. For some reason I legitimately associate it with erectile dysfunction. Like I can picture a couple being in bed and the woman is trying real hard to get into it, but feigning interest is the only […]
Monthly Archives: June 2015
I go to this café for lunch sometimes near my work and there are always these swarms of mothers having the most mundane conversations about cooking and K-Mart while their kids run around screaming as loud as possible and everyone tries to ignore it. I’m all for learning more about how we can cut […]
I fucking hate underwear. I just like to be commando all the time. I get so uncomfortable wearing briefs, so I’m trying to wear boxers. But I end up just adjusting myself over and over while I walk and then I look like someone that’s forced to stay at least 500m from a primary […]
I was so fucking stressed the week of the latest clothing range launch that just before the party I tried cleaning up my beard and accidently trimmed it way too low on my face so freaked out and just shaved all of it off. It’s like the closest I’ve gone to being clean shaven […]