There’s something about this time of year that always brings out the gangsta violence in me. It’s a time when all my online friends completely abandon me to go be with their families, and I have no recourse but to hang out with my real-life friends instead for company. Only problem is, I don’t HAVE…

When a guy lives with his parents for so… very… agonizingly… long… he tends to take certain things for granted. While I contributed to paying for most of the rent and bills, Mommy would always pretty much take care of the rest. All those basic necessities of life (like toilet paper) would magically replenish itself…

And here I am once again arriving at another Thanksgiving, alone, empty, and even worse off than last year. What do I have to be thankful for? I’m still in a dead end job, I still haven’t found my dream girl, and now thanks to the Obamaton assbots who voted Antichrist-Lite into office, I can…