We've skipped fall in Boston this year, and it's cold as hell out. It's officially cuffing season (Mom, I'll explain that to you later). The single degenerates of the city are scrambling to find someone to be their personal photographer at Nashoba Valley, or take their window unit ACs out **cough cough**, because Winter is… Continue reading Winter. Is. Coming.
I promised you a Red Sox blog, so here is your RSB. Ladies, you are full of bologna if you say a good head of hair on a man doesn't matter to you. It does, and if you say it doesn't your boyfriend/bootycall/fb falls into one of the following categories: A.) Balding B.) Bald C.)… Continue reading I’m upset