I was a mommies boy and happy to be one

I’ve always been different to the other kids and when I say “different” I mean, not the same. I don’t know what it was but when I was a little mocker, my friends were interested […]

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The Campaign Becomes Stronger.

We’ve been trying to get a national day of remembrance to commemorate the day that Bon Jovi gave up making music. The main problem we have is that Bon Jovi haven’t actually given up making […]

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You’re not going to believe this.

The Professor of Earological Musicology at the University of Aural Sensitivity is a man of great distinction and taste. So great is his distinction and taste, that he single-handedly discovered the recessive gene which is […]

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I notice you didn’t apologize for the so-called music yet.

 I suppose this is a start

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Why do you constantly have to label things?

If you had two stories to tell me and one was about how much money you don’t make and the other was about a recurring dream where Bill Murray wakes up each morning and still […]

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A Reading From The Book of Jovi

Time to peek inside the hidden depths of the mind of Bill Y. When I was littler, I asked Santa for the Millennium Falcon. This is what Santa brought me instead. Now, is it any […]

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Happy Christmas everyone and may Bon Jovi never pollute your airwaves again.

Nicky was told he would never find work because of his tattoos.

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On a scale of one to not getting up out of bed, I’m writing this riot in my sleep.

Time is of the essence. Time is money. Time Out is a chocolate bar made by Cadbury, honey. On a scale of one to not getting up out of bed, I’m writing this riot in […]

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There is no word wizardry in this at all, at all.

Some ideas are good and some transcend greatness in the way that the hula-hoop did. This idea is not one of those. Jill Y and I had our 67th argument of the day. She was […]

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When I was pretending to be growing up, my sister would get away with everything, no matter how fast I ran after her

I like to think I’m a fan of mediocrity. It’s something I rarely get close to but it’s good to dream. When I was pretending to be growing up, my sister would get away with […]

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