Last night, I dreamt that Ashton Kutcher showed me his cock. He just sat there on the floor and said, What do you think about this? Clearly, I should have run away, but since this is fucko dreamland, I glanced, tried to look away, and then gave him an approving, and obviously impressed moan. Then I showed him my nipples.

I don't understand how this happened! Why Ashton?! Why did you invade my sacred dreams with your cock?!



When looking for a certain coffee mug for my wishlist, I came upon the octobong. While I understand the correlation, I can't help but be amused.

I still like vox.com.

And I have a RSI! My poor right arm has been overused and no, not like that! I've got to invest in a fancy new workspace, as my current one is super ghetto, and clearly bad for my health. Tomorrow I'll have to pick up an arm brace. Ugh. For now? Advil and IcyHot. Mmm IcyHot. Smells like good gum.