So I’m sitting here waiting for Hurricane Sandy to be born and to launch dozens of roof tiles and metal L beams through my living room window, and I’m reflecting on a pile of weird ass shit that’s been gunking up the ole life lately. (WARNING! It’s a long one, there’s video breaks, I couldn’t be bothered to proofread after about halfway through. I will later if we’re all still alive). Continue reading Helping her Cheat