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Let's talk variables for a minute: pussy edition.

I managed to get Red out of the house and to my favorite spot, PG, again. The first and only other time she went, some crazy chick drug her over over a speaker and nearly put her on the DL with a torn ACL.

We haven't talked about pussy in a while, so here's another cat blog.

What the hell am I watching?

You know what's gross and cool? Putrid Offal's new album, Mature Necropsy (brutal band alert). You know's what's gross and NOT COOL? Improper bathroom etiquette.

Fellas and certain ladies of the Tri-State area, we're over half way through No-Shave-November...how do your beards look?

It's time for another installment of brutal music. Assuming you're a fan of heavy shit, you need to know these bands if you don't already.

It's about to get cold, which in my opinion, sucks. So what is there to do when it's cold besides sit on the couch and pine for spring? Hit the weights and get ripped.

What would you wish for if you found your very own wishing well?

What do you get when you have four people that know nothing about craft beer taste test craft beer?

Halloween 2015 is right around the corner my heathen friends! Here's a couple of spooky flicks to pick up and enjoy on All Hallows' Eve while you're stuffing candy down your gullets.

Holy shit! The fossilized magazine helmed by the oldest geezer (see: corpse that reeks of stale cat urine and utter expiration) with an erection, Hugh Hefner is finally coming to the realization that no one really cares about Playboy the magazine anymore, and the airbrushed, vaguely nude women that sparsely grace their poorly printed pages.