Excuse me, may I be Frank?

This blog is probably going to rock your face off for a good solid week. Then I will get tired of it and find something better to do, like read recipes for biscuits and gravy or learn new porn sites. Also, it seems it's been more than a week now (two to be exact) so I established an e-mail address for feedback. If you want to give me ideas (and by ideas I mean approval and declarations of jealousy) or that recipe for biscuits and gravy, please do so at excusememayibefrank@yahoo.com.

Confession 10: When you say, “It is what it is,” I want to die.

Because of-fucking-course it is. What in the hell else would it be if it wasn’t what it was? You are just talking to hear yourself talk. Shut up.

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