You can take the punk out of the gutter...

...but, no, you can't take the punk out of the gutter.

Last I saw you, you were making an honest attempt to pull yourself up by the bootstraps by becoming a model Starbucks employee, with aspirations to, what, own the company?  I mean, to the point that you ridiculed me for rating myself "too high" on their indoctrination training exams.  Really, dude?

And now, I see that everything you post is somehow anti-corporation.  Had an epiphany, did we?  I wonder what you're actually doing with yourself now (you were always good entertainment, after all), but we've had no interaction -- by my choice. 

Speaking of entertainment, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for your "dude" baby shower, complete with copious amounts of alcohol... and sex toys?!?!?  No, really, that's what it said, right there on the invitation you sent out to all hundred-or-so friends who were included.  Maybe you're just confusing the traditions of the bachelor/stag party with what usually goes on when you're settling down to become the caretaker of a tiny, helpless person.  Or maybe tiny infants immediately make you think of penetration with vibrating -- gah!  I can't even finish typing that sentence.  I'm sure your intention was to eschew all the behaviors of "respectable" society for one last night, but it came off really awkward.  Or else you're fucked up beyond my comprehension.

As much as I enjoy a good train wreck, I'm afraid this one will be too disturbing for me.  Sayonara.