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The Gucci Dead Animal Shoe, $15,000
A sharp-eyed reader sent me to this shoe, which looks like it’s trying to run away. Run, Gucci goat-hair slipper, run as fast as you can! You know what, the poor thing is dead. Too late. [These} slippers are one … Continue reading
Posted in Fashion, Horrible Stuff, irritants
Tagged hideous crap, shoes, why can't I just kill everyone?
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Death Cafe: Stupid Or Awful?
Death Cafe is sort of a coffee klatch for would-be coroners. At present, it’s more of a movement than a physical space, with pop-up Death Cafe’s in 31 countries. Here’s how Death Cafe defines itself: At a Death Cafe people, … Continue reading
Posted in Horrible Stuff, irritants, Rants
Tagged cunts, death, stupidity, things I hate
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Calibrating Distress
For those of you who use ‘social media,’ did you notice how quickly concern for the dead lion evoked angry complaints that ‘black lives matter?’ People weren’t done mourning for whoever they were mourning for and they resented the outrage … Continue reading
The Awfulness Inside The Awfulness
Let’s say your dad is a tattooed bully with pierced nipples who had a nasty divorce from your mom before you were even born, and later leaves you with his new wife four days a week. Let’s say you changed … Continue reading
Happy As A Werewolf
Earlier this month, I came across a story about a family in Nepal who suffer from a genetic disorder known as Congenital Hypertrichosis Lanuginosa (CHL). It causes excessive body hair growth and is sometimes referred to as “werewolf syndrome.” The … Continue reading
The Ass Age
We have entered The Ass Age, and The Apocalypse is sure to follow. I would like it to hurry up. I’m not certain about the beginning of The Ass Age. Jennifer Lopez was the precursor many years ago but no … Continue reading
Dog Dementia
My dog is senile. He is sixteen years old, even though we refused to admit he was getting on. Living in denial was easy until he lost his mind. Poor Pico! He is completely nuts. He doesn’t know what he’s … Continue reading
Remembering Jane Aldridge
Those were the days, right? I haven’t thought about her until recently, when someone wrote to me, urging me to catch up on her antics. I was too lazy to bother. But on July 11, I tweeted this: Less than … Continue reading
Stalked By A Gigantic Ass
I can’t stand it. There is no escape. It’s everywhere and it keeps coming after me. I hate it. I need it to go away. The blank face, too. Why has it come to this? Explain.