Remember when you were young and your mother would make you animal cakes for your Birthday and your friends mothers would make them really cool trains which you were never allowed because they were too hard and your mother sucked? Yes... Same.

Anyway, recently I have become addicted to Ace of Cakes on the food network.
Holy Fuck. It is now the highlight of my week.

 

Charm City Cakes is now my life goal. I want to go there, I want to work there, I want to have sex with someone that works there, and I want a cake from there. I suggest you make a trip to Baltimore instead of work tomorrow.

You suck mum. If you don't make me a replica of the Notre Dame Castle INCLUDING surrounding architecture to scale, I will kill myself.

The point to all this is, my birthday is on August 11th.

        

My friend and I watched this 9 part documentary on Youtube last night and it made me feel bad for the pop star icon.  I can't imagine not being able to leave my house without people freaking out at the sight of me.  He had a really fucked up life, and in the documentary you kinda catch a glimpse of all the lies and crazy shit that was involved with being such a huge star.

British journalist Martin Bashir interviewed Michael Jackson over a span of 8 months, from May 2002 to January 2003. It was shown first in the UK in February 2003 and in the US three days later on ABC, introduced by Barbara Walters. Martin Bashir put the proposal to Jackson as a way to show the world the truth about him and make nothing off limits. Jackson's decision to make the documentary was made on the suggestion by his close friend Uri Geller. It later emerged that Geller had turned down another bid for the interview by journalist Louis Theroux. The interview was very unusual, as it had been extremely rare for Jackson to allow such access to his personal life, or to talk so freely about his traumatic childhood. Nevertheless, he did show some reserve when asked to discuss other personal issues, such as the plastic surgery he has had. Jackson felt betrayed by Bashir and complained that the film gives a distorted picture of his behavior and conduct as a father. He claims that Bashir, in the final version of his interview, used only that material which supported Bashir's opinion of Jackson, which was not a favorable one. Jackson filed complaints with the UKs Independent Television Commission and the Broadcasting Standards Commission. Jackson's lawyers claimed in a British High Court case against Martin Bashir and Granada TV that the documentary was a breach of contract and breach of confidence. The proceedings were put on hold when Jackson was charged with 10 felony counts in late 2003, but the proceedings could continue after since Jackson's acquittal. However this is unlikely following his death. Ann Kite, a public relations consultant hired by Jackson's advisers to counter negative publicity, called the documentary a PR-disaster.

If you have an hour to kill, I highly suggest you check it.

Click here to see the rest of the documentary.

        

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I gotta say Huntington Beach, California is one of my favorite places to be on Fourth of July. Despite my friends and family being there, the city still manages to embrace that old patriotic feeling of bbq's and decorating your front lawn with American flags. There's also excessive amounts of alcohol consumption and debauchery. Alas, this year, I won't be anywhere near the beautiful hbiz.

But New York has it's own haven of fun to offer... Rooftop gatherings and fireworks over the Hudson. Most of the city will escape to the Hamptons or somewhere equally beachy, so it'll be left to us stragglers to make the party go on. Either way you slice it, have a beautiful fourth.

        

        

Agreed.

        

I've been sick in bed for over a week now. With summer just bursting through the seams finally, it's the last place I want to be and the last way I want to feel. But after weaving through the f@#%# up world that is our health care system for the past few days, I'm finally starting to feel like a human being again.

No more of this. I have a new lease on life. And as for health care, Obama, please hurry.

        

That's my question.

Today is the annual gay pride day where all the queers come out to show their pride.  What I find lame about it, and why I never go to celebrate with my fellow gays is because I find the whole thing a bit fucked up.

Instead of all these people coming together and making a difference in some way, politically or whatever, they'd rather strip down to their flossy undies and girate their cocks and balls to some Lady Gaga song on the streets for all the straight people to see.

In my opinion, that just makes the gay community look pretty ridiculous, and gives people more fuel to not take us seriously.

I get it, that it's a celebration of coming out together, but why is it in such an embarrassing way?

I don't have a solution for my issues with it, but I had to get it off my chest.

So until gay dudes realize that they don't have to be so gay, to be gay, I'll continue my search for a nice young man that can "bro out" but still let me play with his pee pee.

Happy pride day.

        

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