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November 2
Okay okay!! I lied, I didn't do a review!! Sheesh. Just to make you happy I added one more diddle-doo to the Bitch Files. That'll keep your miserable life going just a bit longer. Now leave me be! Foul creature of the night.
November 1
**Doctor's Note**

Please excuse Mr. Joy Joy for the day. He's been very sick and spending too much time shivering under the bed. These are very trying times as memories of what he calls "The Glue Paradox" have sent him into a box of Better Cheddars, which he calls the Ultra-Manifesto-SuperBubble-Gumble Fortress. Nevermind that the darn box exploded when he tried to stick his head down it. He'll be busy for awhile now. Sorry.


October 31: What A Rush of a Time
Oh, I know several months ago I said I'd make a review of some sort of game that very night. Well how was I to know that I'd wind up getting kidnapped by the Russian Mafia? Goodness, the ONE time I go outside when I don't have to and the ONE time I accept a ride from a stranger with candy and I wind up in the Land of the Rusted Curtain.

I spent my time there as the Big Kid that got to stretch out the virgin assholes of early-teen Russian boys. It wasn't so bad, moments. But every so often the photographers wanted to join in and then.. and then.. I don't want to talk about it. And the nights, how I dreaded them. Curled up, shivering on the cold cement floor of a tiny prison cell. I only had the body heat of young Gregor to keep me warm on those horrible Russian nights.

Our love first started as a need to not die from exposure, but soon, it grew. It became so deep, so profound, that nothing or nobody could break it. Alas, we were separated in what was later referred to by the men as "The Bleeding Ass Incident."

I spent two cruel weeks in that cell alone. Until one merciful night the legendary Rainbow Six Tactical Rescue Squad burst through the windows to the penthouse apartment we were all in, flashbombed everybody, accidentally shot a couple boys, and rescued me, and flew me back to my nation of birth. Thank God.

Anyways, a good part of my time spent there can now be seen in the new newsgroup alt.binaries.hahahaha.yankee.sissy.suck.our.cocks

Alrighty, so unless I have too many flashbacks and spend the day shuddering under my bed, I'll actually do a review. And it'll be of a game not yet mentioned of anywhere in this site. Sooo... feel my electric mystery until you find out what it is.

Oh, and the unstupid may have noticed I knicked off a couple little sections on the homepage. Well don't worry. You'll be able to see them again eventually when I make some easily found secret link to an archive of all that crap. Until then. Hush up.

Oh yeah, a new section is up where I plan to put more extened bitchings that don't belong with the mini-bitches that take place in the Bitch Files. There, everything new.


It's like, a total blast from the past!

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