Showing posts with label ace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ace. Show all posts

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Your Parents Would Be DIsappointed

Well before I speak my piece (peace?) here, I want to commend Hansel for still posting. I get it, no one reads this but us, but fuckin' a do I enjoy it. So thanks Hansel, you make everyday a little brighter with that big smile, beautiful blonde hair and your rapist's wit.

Thank you Tom, Charlie...where are you guys? I feel like a boyfriend at the end of a relationship that I know is over but I keep fighting to make it work. Am I holding onto strings much better left to fray here? Tom, I miss your gifs and blunt force sexism and bigotry. How do I go on without it? Charlie, I miss the rhetoric and insightful, yet degenerative advice that you provide. How do I go on without it? Tell me how?

I sit here, alone, drinking a Bud Light because that's what single 26 year olds do. We drink alone. I haven't had a girlfriend in two years now and I'm more comfortable with the fact that no one loves me and that I will die alone than I am with the fact that this blog looks like it's dying for a 2nd time. I'm not a vet but blogs aren't cats. They don't have 9 lives. They have an undefined amount of lives because they're digital and they don't actually live, per se. But that's besides the fact. The fact of the matter is I miss you guys. Make me feel again. Make me alive.

 Also, rest in peace to those camo boxers. Oh, to have spent that much time close to your buttsack; what I would give. I envy the life that they had. RIP Camo Mammie Jammies, I think we all owe them a moment of silence. -DSA

Thursday, August 8, 2013

I'm back in the saddle again.. I"M BACK



I learned many things while growing up a fan of the WWF. One was to eat my vitamins and drink my milk. Another was to tell my fifth grade teachers to “Suck It,” as I crossed my arms over and towards my under-developed genitals. A third was the ability to have a burst of energy right before my arm hit the mat for the third time.

But one thing stuck with me throughout my years. It is the notion that I am a real American, I fight for the rights of every man, I am a real American, I fight for what’s right, I fight for my life!




I also used to jerk off to centerfolds of Sable.

Love,

The Comeback Kid

Tom Ace- Bat Signal

It's not often that we have to do this, but it is a necessary evil. It seems one of our own has disappeared. When Gotham falls victim to crime, sometimes we need to throw up the bat signal. Commissioner Gordon, do your thing...



...we miss you Tom- DSA and the Gang