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Catusha, Destroyer of Souls

Posted on April 8th, 2005 by Andy (TANcast's #1 Ear-Rapist)

My girlfriend demolished my last pair of old chonies last night. I had thought I was pretty fucking clear with her about my sentimental attachment to them the last time she destroyed a pair, or perhaps the time before that, or maybe the time before that. Men are not supposed to throw tighty-whiteys away; they […]


Tears in my Ears

Posted on February 14th, 2005 by Andy (TANcast's #1 Ear-Rapist)

Ominous title for a Valentine’s Day post, eh? Speaking of Mentos, I had the worst dream last night that I think I have had in a decade or more. Woke up uncontrollably upset, if that gives you any clue. I regularly have weird, vivid, often even upsetting dreams, but this is the first time in […]


Broken

Posted on December 6th, 2004 by Andy (TANcast's #1 Ear-Rapist)

That is it. It is broken and it will never be fixed. I don’t want to hear shit about “Oh, it will get better.” from anyone. I know it will heal with time, but it will NEVER be anything but broken. We are just going to accept this as part of our lives at some […]


My week in review

Posted on July 30th, 2004 by Andy (TANcast's #1 Ear-Rapist)

What a week I had. A wondrous week full of surprise and warmth. A truncated timeline follows: Thursday, July 22 – At about midnight or 1 am, on my way back from 5 days of vacation spent house-sitting for my folks with my sweetie I think I feel a bit under the weather. I figure […]


And now, death.

Posted on April 13th, 2004 by Andy (TANcast's #1 Ear-Rapist)

I’m old now. I don’t want to hear from any 30-somethings or middle-agers or AARP representatives. I know old, and “late 20’s” is old. I can’t even say “mid-20’s” anymore with a straight face. Late. LATE !!! What have I accomplished with all the time I’ve had?


An open letter to my fellow drivers

Posted on March 21st, 2004 by Andy (TANcast's #1 Ear-Rapist)

I just took a quick trip to see my parents, which means I drove the same 90 miles twice in about 24 hours. The visit was lovely, but what follows is a profanity-laced letter to a few of the drivers who “shared” the road with me. Anyone weak of stomach or easily offended or related […]


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