They see me bloggin’. They hatin’. I know they’re all tryin’ to catch me writin’ dirty.

I want write shit. Communicate. But I know I’ll get accused of writin’ dirty.

Asian People are Awesome – I Want to Own One

I work alone. And when I’m alone, I work. And when I work, I’m alone. But I never work without my partner.

In violent times…you shouldn’t have to sell your soul. In black and white…they really, really ought to know.

No, my friend, these are not the words of Jesus. However, they are the words of a post-technopop British counter-terrorist duo, Tears for Fears. And it’s only the manliest damned song in the world.

This is the song I listen to when I know that I’m stuck. I’m surrounded by fifteen guys armed with M4′s and MP5′s, and I’ve got one bullet in my Makarov. I put in my ear buds, and I jump up and defeat them all with awesome and a hint of Axe body spray for manly effects. These are the methods I employ in every aspect of my life. Especially the Axe body spray. (Preferably the one with the dragons. I think it’s called Essence of Kickass.)

And when you’ve taken down your guard. If I could change your mind, I’d really love to break your heart.

Oh, sorry, I was interupted by a well-known visitor of mine. His name is Dr. Badass, Ph. D. I just call him my left hand. Along with my right hand, Senor Pirateface Boulevard II, MD. I’ve got names for my feet, too. No one knows what they are, though. Why? you ask. Because no one gets past Dr. Badass, and Dr. Pirateface. Alive, that is.

In closing, I leave you with this peace of sexy hair time action joy.

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