fuck you lady, that’s what stairs are for

In case you couldn’t tell by the title, there’s lots of f-words in this post.  It’s not an angry post; sometimes it just feels great to say the f-word.  Considered yourself fuck-warned.

Here’s the thing about Facebook.  Have you ever noticed how on Facebook, everyone else’s life looks so amazing compared to yours?  I mean, fuck that.

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And now for something even more superficial

Here at Turkey Curry Buffet HQ we are instituting some changes.  (TCB HQ is located in the ball pool of my local Chic-Fil-A’s Kidz Fun Zone, in case you were wondering.)  Firstly, I am going to try to publish at least one blog post a week (maybe more!).  A forced uptick in quantity may result in a decrease in quality, because usually I just write a post when graced by the muses with some sort of specific topic idea (my muses are Miss Piggy, Winona Ryder in the shoplifting video, and Cristiano Ronaldo’s nether abdominals (yes, just yes) in case you were wondering) but who are we kidding?  All ye who enter here have obviously abandoned all hope of intellectual or literary “quality” in the first place.  Continue reading