Russ McClintock - the blog

I’m not usually a hater but I hate those assholes that feed the cats.
Don’t Feed Cats!

Memo to all the dickwads that continually post inane details of their life onto Fakebook:
Get a fucking life! Do you think anyone really gives a toss?

Spring in London is lovely.

On my last night in South Beach I picked up some Deuce schwag. Then I got good and drunk. Not as drunk as some folks get at The Deuce but still fairly drunk.

List of things I muttered under my breath as I cycled up Collins Avenue on my final night in South Beach:
Bitch, put some clothes on.
Use your turn signal dumbass.
Get off your celly and drive your fucking car.
That bitch is hot.
Damn girl, why not take off the rest of your outfit.
Hot.
Winter Music Conference sucks ass.
What a […]

I once was lost but now i’m found was blind
but now I see you
How selfish of you
to believe in all the meaning
of all the bad dreaming
Metal heart you’re not hiding
Metal heart you’re not worth a thing - Cat Power, lyrics to ‘Metal Heart’.

I love grilled meat.
I hate spring breakers.

Fat fuck tourist
waiting in line.
Please have your money ready
when you get to the till.
Dumbass.

Stupid Russian neighbor
always playing Madonna.
He’s not even gay.

“Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated? Good night” - Johnny Rotten, speaking at the end of the Sex Pistols US tour, January 14, 1978

I don’t want to press ‘1′ to speak in English.

Still life with man and meat.

“Above all, I really love people who go through life without compromise and stick to their character, even if it means they remain unemployed, or they don’t have any friends or relationships…We all have a certain madness about us and these people don’t mind showing it. Which leads me to believe that the most insane […]

The hard water leaves deposits in the tub.

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