Ed's Note: We turned RobbieRobTown loose on a review of 50 Shades of Grey for a few laughs. The project changed him.
50 Shades of Rage: A Book Review
I want to be clear about this: 50 Shades of Grey was so awful, it somehow rendered me sterile. It gave my eyes a hernia. I can no longer do math after reading it. I smell burning toast when I look at it. My inner goddess sharted real razor blades.
Hey Dudes and Dudettes. We’re moving the site to a new host, and thus, things might be wonky (almost certainly) until Admin_Rock figures out how to do it properly. Expect weirdness for the next few days. See you on the other side.
DECEMBER NINETEENTH: DOWNFALL
There once was a man who lived in a tiny cabin on the outskirts of a small mountain town. The man desperately wanted children, but as a florist, he had long ago taken a vow of celibacy. Not wanting to break his vows, yet still wanting a child of his own, the man grabbed his lantern and ventured off into the woods to ask the trees for advice.