Look, it’s three days until Christmas and things are slowing down a bit with the gay news and views, and really, the most interesting thing
Every time a homosexual leaves a comment on a blog, Bubba, the guardian angel of wingnuts, gets punched in the gonads. Or something like that.
Greetings for your Monday! Your writer’s laptop is very sick and it is in the hospital trying to get resuscitated. Stand by for news about
My dog continues to be tired of Religious Right, as it takes her Daddy away from throwing the squeaky duck, the squeaky chicken having been
As Cassie at the Hairpin says, this may be the cutest admission of guilt ever, and this is how I started my day a couple
This isn’t even my dog, but I was reading The Awl a minute ago and ran across this: OMG SO CUTE. Take that
In case you’ve wondered why things have been quiet around these parts the past couple days, let’s just say that they haven’t been quiet around
Daddy, I am so tired, please just put the biscuits directly on my tongue until further notice