Everyday Assholery

A Mother’s Day Tale…

My Mother's Final Resting Place

This Sunday is Mother’s day. My mother died on March 27th. In honor of this day, I want to share my slice of a bittersweet Mother’s Day diatribe with you all. I hope this piece brings you a smile, and perhaps an iota of closure for me.   There are allegedly seven stages of grief.…

Fat Cunts: Decoded

Fat Twat

Okay. I freely admit to being a sexist pig, but In this instance I’m using the word cunt to refer to both genders. As an American, I am completely surrounded by obese people. My threshold for tolerating the robust portion of my neighbors has burst like so many ruptured arteries. I understand that there exists…