Mad Atoms

How my dog's penis ruined an Irish holiday...

If I'm going to have to pay extra to check my bag, they sure as fucking shit better pony up for their extra rolls of lard.

Stop it.

Apparently, city girls are just not that into San Fernando Valley guys.

I love my parents. They’ve always been there with a shoulder to cry on when I need it and a check when I get laid off and can’t make my rent. The one quibble I’ve got is that they give me a lot of advice.

As a Production Assistant, you can look forward to long hours, back-breaking manual labor, and getting treated like a retarded child. A handy guide to surviving the shittiest job in LA.