I think this speaks for itself. I am so sorry, lonelyBoyInPhoenix16, so so sorry. I would say you are definitely a very special victim, worthy of Dr. George Huang’s attention in the interrogation room, after Stabler roughs you up.

This week Meat Picnic brings you the fable of a little yellow man whose sorrow nobody knew.

I caught a cold. A really bad one. I thought I was over it, started going out again, and then it totally came back and fucked me up. Upkeeping blog with a hacking cough is not easy to do, so sorry if you all moved on to more interesting blogs with more regular content.

But I do however, have the best safer sex PSA from France to show you all courtesy of my pal Erin. I’m kind of obsessed with it and watched it on repeat in bed today. It’s really super cute and shows exactly why the French are superior and allowed to be as snobby as they want towards Americans. Also, I relate to the main character, and it makes me emo.

So this weekend I got hit on on Friday by a 70 year old drunk woman? Because I put on “Crank Dat(Soulja Boy)” on the jukebox? We were busy playing jenga in the back, and of course I think it’s cool to put on bad music. Obviously I chose Soulja Boy because this video exists, and I have been obsessed with it for months.

This was last weekend. Why am I writing about a chance encounter in a bar with a 50 year old cougar all the way on Wednesday? Because I was reading my New Yorker today and figured out who this lady probably was from a profile in the March 31st issue by Amanda Fortini. Read More!