Thursday, June 30, 2005

My dreams are f'n freaky --
I think I might be going insane beause of all the drugs I'm taking -- Xanax, Zoloft, Accutane, Propecia, & Valtrex -- plus all the alcohol I've been drinking. I say this because my dreams are starting to freak me the fuck out. Not just what's happening in them but how many I'm remembering each night.

For instance, Tuesday night I had 12 different dreams that ALL woke me up throughout the night because I died or was about to die in them. One had me just laying down in my bed when one of those ghosts appeared from the dream a few nights back and he started squishing me or some shit because I could just feel pressure on my whole body. I was getting crushed and could see blood coming out of me and feel my bones cracking -- and the pain felt intense and very real. I woke before I died or died and woke up.

Then in my next dream I was laying in my bed and started feeling electrocuted. I was shaking like crazy and I couldn't move or get it to stop...until I woke up again. I assume I died or was about to. Other dreams had me dying in a variety of other ways including getting crushed in my car in one of those compactors, getting shoved off my balcony by some unknown force, being at work when a quake hit and being crushed inside the building, getting beat to death by a bunch of hoodlums with baseball bats and crobars, and a few others.

It was freaky because they all felt so vivid. And it sucked doubly because the constant waking up made me get no rest to speak of and I was dead tired at work all day Thursday and started getting sick because of it.

Then last night I had a couple of dreams, where thanfully I didn't die, but people were just constantly annoying the fuck out of me. In the first, there were a bunch of parents with their kids in my room for a reason I don't know. Maybe I'm the new Michael Jackson or something. Well, the kids started making a huge mess of my room, throwing my DVDs around and just breaking shit. The parents did nothing, and I kept yelling to the parents to tell their kids to stop and yelling at the kids to stop. But the more I yelled, the more they destroyed. Eventually, I pulled out a gun and shot it in the air to get their attention. However, this didn't work so I just started shooting all the kids and their parents.

In the next dream, I was just sitting at some table with a bunch of dudes that I didn't know when all of them started flicking cig ashes at me and burning me with them. The pain felt so damn real, too (maybe this was inspired by the fact that I burnt myself with a cig before going to sleep that night just cause I'm silly like that). I kept telling them to stop and asking why the hell they were doing it to me, but they just kept doing it over and over. I like could tell it was a dream for some reason this time so I started trying to do crazy shit and I started killing them with a beam that I would shoot out of my hand that would destory them just like the beams did in War of the Worlds (okay movie, though I don't think I'd recommend it to anyone to go out and see). The only problem was that when I killed one guy another would appear in his place and the cig burning would continue. I eventually woke up, felt sick to my stomach and start puking in the toilet.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Spank me!!!

Pictures from Friday night --
I'll go ahead and say it again: I had an amazing time Friday night. Did well with the rollin' of the honeys, just had a blast talking with anyone and everyone, and did quite a bit of dancing (okay, it was trance, so it was more bouncing up and down than dancing). It was good times and I got 50 photos posted for your viewing pleasure.

The only downer about the photos is that I didn't get any pictures of the girls that I rolled because I try not to ask to take pictures with girls I'm trying to get with because doing so has historically broken rolls for me and I didn't want to risk it. So, the girls in the pics are mostly the ones I talked to that were with boyfriends or whatever. Anyway, you should check them all out just to see my 5 o'clock shadow, the hair I haven't cut in months, and my double chin.

A short, but still great Saturday night --
Okay, so here's how my Saturday went. I got home from Ruby Skye at about 5AM in the morning and didn't get to sleep until 7AM. I woke up at 8AM because I had to take my roommie to her hair appointment and head into work. I was at work from around 9:30AM until about 7PM at night before heading home. I got home at about 7:30PM, quickly changed into my workout clothes and went to the gym to do my cardio workout for the day. I got back, showered, put on my clothes and then went into the living room to hang with Sam for our little "guy's night in".

The plan was to get completely drunk and other things, play some videogames, and then watch Team America and 10 Things I Hate About You. We both started off with a vodka cranberry in a pint glass that was 2/3rds vodka and 1/3rd cranberry. We both downed it immediately and started playing Destroy All Humans for PS2, which seemed pretty cool.

I'm guessing the fact that I was going on about an hour of sleep, was on both Xanax and Zoloft, and had eaten only two protein bars all day made me a quick drunk because that one drink hit me hard and quickly. While I was playing the game, Sam would explain to me the controls and things just weren't clicking. I kept getting my lefts and rights mixed up so he would tell me to press L1 to pick up something with my psychic powers or whatever and I'd keep hitting R1 and he'd be like, "Naw, L1, dude. Naw, L1. You're hitting R1. BWAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA". And, umm, this happened at least three times.

What even made it funnier to me was the fact that before we started playing we were watching some kind of reality show where they were showing drunk people getting caught by police and I was making fun of the fact that these drunks couldn't tell their lefts from their rights, couldn't say the alphabet, couldn't touch their noses, and couldn't touch the tip of the pen the officer was holding. I was boasting to Sam that no matter how much I drink I can do all that stuff....but I guess I can't remember that R1 is on the right side of the controller and L1 is on the left. Funny me.

Anyway, we proceeded to finish off another two drinks that were 2/3rds vodka, as we completely emptied one of those HUGE bottles of Smirnoff all by ourselves in less than 20 minutes. After that we dabbled in some other things and bam...I was one crunk mother fucker. I made a lot of drunk dials telling everyone how much I loved them and then just passed the fuck out cold and I don't even think it was 9:30PM yet. So, umm, no sleep, no food, Xanax, Zoloft, lots of alcohol and other stuff = a very short night for Dave Z. It was fun, though, and I love Sam Mother Fuckin' Bishop like a brother!

Not perfect, but I'll take it --
I wasn't perfect this past week, but I didn't fuck up that bad so I'm not gonna let it bother me. I strayed on Wednesday and Thursday nights, but it wasn't too horrible. I ate good foods both times -- grilled chicken and broccoli -- but just ate them right before bed and after midnight. Because of this, I only lost a measly 1 lb for the week and am sitting here at 263.0 lbs. I was really hoping to get down under 260 this week, but I guess that'll have to wait until next Sunday. I'm not worried though because I'm confident that I can keep on track and after a long talk with Brandon I realized that I can't let not being "perfect" get me off track. In the past, if I ever fucked up with the diet, I'd just call the whole day off and just go crazy. Now, I know that if I stray just to get back on track and don't stress about screwing the pooch once. Nonetheless, I still think the goal of getting down under 230 by September is completely attainable. And once there, I will be within striking distance of my end goal of being able to step on the scale and see a 1 as the first digit instead of a 2 or a 3.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

An amazing Friday night --
Last night at Ruby Skye turned out to be one of my best nights of partying ever. It was amazing. Not only was the DJ, Ferry Corsten, off the charts, but I was on such an amazing roll the entire night. I don't think there was a girl in the packed club that I didn't talk to. It was easily one of my best nights ever as far as rolling chicks is concerned and it was all done solo without the help of a wing. In all, I ended up with numbers of 12 attractive young ladies who were single and a handfull of others that were with their boyfriends. Plus a half dozen or so that just wanted me to send them the pictures I took of them.

The weirdest thing about it all was that the main thing I was doing was just making fun of myself. For instance, there was this one absolutely stunning woman that I approached and said, "please don't be offended by this, but you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen!" She smiled and said, "Awww, thanks, but why would I be offended by that?" For which I responded, "because I'm a fat ugly bastard and I don't even deserve to be in the same room as you let alone talk to you." She laughed, said I was so cute, gave me a kiss on the cheek and we talked about whatever for the next 10 minutes before I told her I had to go and proceeded to get her number.

I was also going up to girls and saying things like, "let me be straight with you...I am NOT hitting on you and wouldn't dare do something like that." And then after a perplexed, "why's that?", I would follow with something like, "I wouldn't want risk ever getting you pregnant and contaminating your perfect gene pool with mine." I used this a few times and it always resulted in the girls saying how sweet and adorable I was and saying that we would make very cute babies. Cool, please sign me up!

Other dumb ass lines that worked extremely well for some reason I can't explain include: "So what exactly does a guy as ugly as me have to do to get a girl as fine as your or is that just never gonna happen?", "Did you come here with any ugly girl friends cause you're way outta my league and I shouldn't even try talking to you.", and "Any chance you're a pretty girl that can actually look past my ugliness and see me for the great person I am?".

It's weird, but just about anything and everything I said worked and got the girls to hug me, kiss me, praise me, hold me, and give me their phone numbers and email addresses. And this is all at my fattest and ugliest I've been since I first dropped down to 238 from 386 over two years ago. Once I get down to the 220s, I'm going to be un-fucking-stoppable.

Friday, June 24, 2005

A very trippy dream --
Don't worry, this one has nothing to do with me having female breasts and what not. I got a lot of feedback from readers and co-workers telling me that the mental of image of that damaged them for life. Last night's dream was downright trippy as fuck. I don't know if it was just some random weird dream or if it was induced by the combination of having Zoloft, Xanax and lots and lots of vodka in my system.

Anyway, in the dream I was laying down in my bed when all these freaky ass little creatures and ghosts appeared out of nowhere. I don't know if it was the fear causing it, but I couldn't move at all in my bed. The ghosts and freaky ass little creatures starts yelping and scraming at me and laughing and I just couldn't say or do anything. And then a bunch of them came up to my mattress and just started folding it on top of me like they were trying to make me into a burrito and suffocate me or something. I felt crushed and as hard as I wanted to push, I just couldn't. Eventually I woke up...

However, here's what really freaked me the fuck out. ALL of the ghosts that were in the room -- not the freaky ass little creatures that were folding my mattress -- were still THERE. They were just standing there next to the foot of my bed, in my la-z-boy reclliner and a couple next to the side of my bed. I could see ALL of them. I immediately jumped up out of my bed and turned on the lights and then I could no longer see them. I turned off the lights to see if they'd re-appear, but they didn't. I'm guessing it was just me in some half sleep and my eyes were just playing tricks on me or whatever. Anyway, it was one trippy ass dream that felt extremely vivid and real.

Regardless, more drunky drunky is planned for tonight. I'll be doing some pre-drinking before going out because I still don't have a dime to my name and then hit up Ruby Skye to check out Ferry Corsten. It should be fun. Then tomorrow night will be a guy's night in where we get drunk, give each other makeovers and watch 10 Things I Hate About You or She's All That.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

My very popular and HOT friends.

It's another "Dear Dave" --
It's a surprise to even me. Not gonna lie. You're getting a second "Dear Dave" week in the same damn week! You went without a single one in all of May and now you're getting TWO in the same DAMN week??? It's either because I'm actually riding high because of the BFL success or just because I got tons of emails these last couple of days praising the hotness of my friends from Miami. Maybe, it's a combination of both of these two factors...that would be my guess.

Regardless of the reason, you should be pleased with the fact that I'm presenting you with a second "Dear Dave" over the course of three days. I know this shit used to get updated this frequently before, but it hasn't been for awhile so stuff it. The main topic of discussion is Elle, Jordanna and Avital, who were featured in my photos from the weekend with the "Miami Whores" picture update, but there are also a couple of other side topics discussed including more on dealing with women plus questions about what I'm working on (nothing's answered, duh).

Oh, by the way... --
I did great with the diet and exercise yesterday and this morning's cardio workout was fantastic. I don't know what clicked last week, but something's changed and I'm extremely confident that I'll be able to start making progress again. I still can't believe I've blown two full years after initially dropping from 386 to 238, but I'm not going to let that bother me anymore and just stick to the important task at hand and that's getting back down to 238 and below. My goal of getting down to the 220s by September is entirely within reach.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Hey baby, let's play house, you can be the door and I'll slam you!

She's all grows up, she's all grows up --
Did you ever watch that old show The Wonder Years with Fred Savage that ran from 1988 to 1993? And if so, do you remember the little girl that played Kevin's love interest that was named Winnie Cooper? Well, that little actress, Danica McKellar, is all grows up, she's all grows up. She's recently been featured in a sexy spread with Stuff Magazine and now she's reached the pinnacle of her career as I've just named her my Babe of the Week.

Just one of those days... --
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, it's been one of those kinds of days. Last week ended great, the morning started out great, then work was just annoying as all fuck today. I don't want to go into it because too many losers from work read this site (yeah, you read that right, you losers!), but I haven't been this pissed off during work since I got in this huge ass argument with Brandon over some crap and threw the TV off my desk (he was wrong, I was right). Or, rather, one of those California "earthquakes" knocked my TV off my desk. Anyway, I've calmed down and things are gonna be cool, but wow was I pissed the fuck off earlier. Argh!!

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Hoo-f'n-ray!!! --
I did it. I actually made it through a full week without screwing up at any point with both my eating and my working out. Go me! The weird thing about it all is that it's not even that big of a surprise to me because I just "felt" like I was going to be able to do it about halfway through the week. I'm now at 264.0 lbs, down from a bloated 274.5 lbs last week. I'm still heavier than I was two weeks ago, but I'm not as concerned with the numbers as I am with the fact that I had such a perfect week. I think I'm well on my way to getting under 230 lbs by September.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

A brand new section! --
Okay, so I've decided to add an entirely new section to the site! It's going to be a place where I can post my responses to letters that readers email me...I think I'm going to call it "Dear Dave"! Sure it's not really a new section but since I've been so slack ass about it, I haven't updated the damn thing in over a damn month so it feels like it's new. April only had two updates and May was completely without a single one. Hopefully that'll change now that I'm a little more motivated at life in general again.

In today's "Dear Dave" update you'll get a handful of letters that I've decided to use from the past six weeks, so a lot of them may be very outdated. The subjects covered are as follows: My Miami whores, Korean Soccer Babe, Vida, Music Suggestions, Weight Battles, Me @ E3, What about the games?, Lisa Gleave zips?, My diabetes, Babes in driving school, Living life, PWND, Drunken emails, Auntie Mary Jane?, and Womenz Problemz. So, umm, go read it and shit and then send me some new emails. Especially if you got dating advice because I'm obviously an expert on that subject. Okay, I'm not, but it's fun answering those all things considered.

Friday, June 17, 2005

The LA pics from a while back --
Well, kids, I've finally decided to post the pics from my LA weekend way back in the beginning of May before E3 where I went down to hang out with my friends Elle, Jordanna and Avital. If you recall, it was a pretty shitty weekend for me because I was so damn exhausted the whole time, had to force myself to go out, and drunk myself into a coma each night. It's a sad thing because the three girls are as cool to be around as they are hot. However, I'm not too worried about the fact that I didn't have the best of times because they're all three good friends and I'm sure I'll have plenty of more times to hang with them under better circumstances.

Anyway, the reason that I never put up pics immediately afterwards was that I was honestly quite disgusted with how I looked in them! Seriously, seeing me in these pics made me realize just how much weight I had gained over the past five or six months. It made me sick to my stomach and I didn't want to share the photos as a result. I'm over all that now that I'm actually having a great week on the diet and exercise front, so I'm gonna go ahead and share the photos from the weekend with the "Miami Whores" (inside joke...).

Someone explain this... --
I have way too many odd dreams. For example, take the dream I had last night. In the dream, I wake up in my bed to find that I have some large female breasts -- I'm guessing a medium to large C cup. Like, these weren't big sloppy man boobies, but really nice and fairly hot female breastsisisss. At first, I was freaking the fuck out and going crazy. But then I started playing with them and really enjoying the crap out of them. I thought it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

However, I then realized that I had to go to work and I was freaking out about how to hide these big ass melons. I found a bit sweatshirt, but it didn't really fully hide them. However, it was the best option I had to I went in to work like that. I spent most of the day with my arms folded over my chest and was always extra careful to keep them hidden. Anyway, that was pretty much it. So, is this because I have big ole man titties or because I'm so fascinated with boooooo-b's? I don't know.

EDIT: Oooooooh. I just remembered something else about the dream. It started with me seeing this spider on the wall. I flicked it with my finger and then it just landed on the wall further down about five feet. Then it liked looked at me and then leaped at my neck and then I passed out. This was followed by me waking with the boobies. Maybe the boobs were my superpowers? I don't know...

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Almost forgot... --
I am now 4 for 4 and shit. Holla! Umm, yeah, something like that. If you haven't figured out what I'm talking about, it's the whole eating right and exercising thing. I've had four straight perfect days and if I can make it through Friday and Saturday without fucking off, I will have had my first perfect week in what seems like centuries. Hurray for me! Go Dave Z!

I'm multi-talented and shit --
I'm kinda excited about the fact that I'm not doing dual work here now that they've got me helping out with design and production on NBA 2K6 in addition to the game that I've been working pretty hard on since mid-December, called TBD. Well, it's not called that but I can't talk about it so it's to be determined for now. Anyway, I've been on it for the past two weeks and it's fucking cool and quite refreshing working on a completely different sport for the first time in over 3 and 1/2 years. It's also something extra to add to the resume.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Porn no more! --
Okay, so I've sold the final five discs of Girls Gone Wild, so I'm completely without any DVD pornography of any kind. And since I've never watched any of these DVDs, I'm gonna spend tonight watching them to make sure they work properly before shipping them out in the morning. I figure it's the right thing to do!

Of course, I'm not completely porn free because I have several gigs of stuff way more hardcore than GGW on my laptop and even more burned onto various CD-Rs. I guess I prefer seeing the likes of Taylor Rain or Krystal Steal get boned up the ass than some random drunk college girl showing her goods for a few seconds on camera. I think I'd enjoy that shit more if I was there in person, to be quite frank. Which is why a Mardi Gras vacation is definitely something I'm considering for next year...especially if I'm in shape.

Three down, three more to go... --
I usually don't update mid-week about my weight shit, but I'm hoping talking about it more than just once in a while can help keep me focused. Plus, I've had three straight excellent days where I did no wrong on the diet front and had excellent workouts in the gym. I really feel like this will be my first perfect week in probably over a year.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Selling my baby --
I can't really use the damn thing even though I LOVE it because I don't have the right setup. So...I'm selling my Logitech GT Force PlayStation 2 steering wheel because I'm tired of storing it in my closet when it could be put to good use being used to play either Gran Turismo 3 A-spec or Gran Turismo 4. I'm selling it for $50...but only to people local to the Bay Area that can come pick it up. I may be willing to ship if you really want it, but we'll have to discuss shipping costs and methods.

Five more to go --
Okay, so I've sold pretty much all of my DVD porn except for my final five Girls Gone Wild DVDs. If you're interested, my asking price is $8.85 per disc (which includes $3.85 for USPS Priority Mail shipping). However, if you buy more than one, the shipping is free on each subsequent copies. If you want all five, I'll ship them bitches for free with a grand total asking price of $25. Don't you like drunk chicks that show you their titties and pussies for stupid beads or t-shirts? I know I do! Send me an email if you're interested -- payment via PayPal is required.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Tecmo's ultimate booth babe.

The one and only.. --
...Lisa "Mother Fucking" Gleave. If you don't know her, then you probably haven't been following this site for that long or have never heard of the term "booth babe". Because Miss Gleave is one of the most popular booth babes at the Electronic Entertainment Expo each and every year when she models for Tecmo and this marks the lovely lass' second run as my Babe of the Week. Maybe now you fucks can chill with the emails asking for the zips I took down a while back because of bandwidth concerns.

A really bad week --
This past week was probably my worst overall week since getting on the whole Body-for-Life kick back in September '02 when I was tipping the scales at 386.5 lbs. I had "bad" days with the diet every single day of the week and skipped every single day of workouts. As bad as the week was, I actually have high hopes for this coming week.

We'll see how it goes, but I'm thinking it's gonna be a good week for a couple of reasons. First, it's about 12 weeks away from my Florida vacation in September to visit Brandon again in Orlando and head down to Miami and I've decided to set a goal of getting down to 230 lbs by then from my current obnoxiously heavy weight of 274.5 lbs. Having a goal like this really helped me in the beginning with my first "thin" E3 and all.

Second, I've finally come to the realization that I need to give therapy a chance. The drugs aren't stopping the anxiety attacks, work is still as stressing as ever, and I'm thinking that maybe a shrink will help. The last time I went it didn't work at all, but that was for a serious thing like my closest friend getting killed in a car accident while driving my car that I let her borrow. Talking to some therapist about how much it hurts to lose a friend and how I felt responsible for it because it was my car didn't do shit to help me. Only time has been able to cure those ails. However, the shit I'm dealing with now aren't quite as severe and enough people have told me I should give it a shot that I think I'm gonna do it. Not sure exactly when, because I don't have cash to do it now, but it'll be soon.

Anyway, today was actually a great day on the diet front and didn't eat anything that I shouldn't have. I look at this as a good thing since I haven't had a perfect Monday since forever and a few weeks.

Tuesday, June 7, 2005

Buy my eBay shit! --
Okay, so I'm trying to sell a bunch of crap to clean out my closet and to help me pay for the penile implant surgery. I'm trying to become a pornstar and figure I need at least 9 inches to really make it big. Anyway, I'm selling some pretty cool videogame related collectibles that I had been hanging onto because I really liked them. So, you bitches should feel lucky that I need the penile implant surgery cause otherwise I wouldn't be doing this shit. Here are my auction items:

2 Green Day Field Tickets @ SBC Park in San Francisco on 9/24
White Sega Saturn CD carrying case
Gran Turismo 3 A-spec logo tire stem valve caps
PlayStation branded stainless steel hip flask
Gran Turismo 3 A-spec insurance card holder (doubles as business card holder)
Iraq Most Wanted collectible playing cards
The Lord of the Rings collectible playing cards
Donnie Darko DVD
Pokemon Vol. 4 DVD
Pokemon Vol. 6 DVD
Metal Gear Solid 2 Sons of Liberty lucite collectible to celebrate world premiere event

So, umm, fucking bid please. Bid early and bid oftne, maybe you can walk away with some down ass shit and help me get a 9 inch penis in the process. You'll be helping make the world a better place, if you ask me. And, yeah, don't forget about the porn I'm selling below. I've had no serious takers, so I've cut the prices of everything in half and am willing to take heavily discounted bids on the whole lot.

Thursday, June 2, 2005

Buy my porn! --
I'm a bit strapped for cash and people that owe me $$$ can't pay me back right now, so I've decided to sell off my porn DVDs! Sadly, I don't really have that much of a collection and it's mostly only softcore porn because I just download the hardcore shit off the 'net and don't pay for it. Also, half of the DVDs were actually dumped on me by my brother when his girlfriend made him get rid of his stash. Anyway, here's what I'm offering:

What we have here is eight Girls Gone Wild DVDs and nine Mystique Magazine DVDs (i.e. - the place with all the nudes of Lisa Gleave and Diana Kauffman). I'm looking to sell each DVD for $5 + $3.85 for USPS Priority Mail shipping to anywhere in the United States. If you're looking to buy in bulk, I'll cut you a deal on the shipping. You can click on the above images for a high-res look at the groups to see the specific titles of each. If you have any questions, email me. I would prefer payments to be made via PayPal.

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

I'd hit it.

She's my Destiny --
I'm planning on introducing a couple of unknowns in the coming months, so I figured I'd try to spike up traffic some beforehand by giving all you horndogs some nekkid breastisssisss to check out. Just cause that's how I do it.

As a result, I decided to dip into Playboy's stable of hotties and name the mag's January 2005 Playmate, Destiny Davis, my newest Babe of the Week. Yeah, so give her a look. She has nice boobies and she's apparently okay with you looking at them, so go do some of that right now before she changes her mind!

Lovin' the JEW --
If you recall, I went and picked up the new Jimmy Eat World CD a while back because of recommendations from Jonathan and Brandon. I listened to it all the way through, posted an entry saying I loved it, but then never listened to it again until recently for some reason. I'm glad I did because I'm really becoming a big fan of this band and am particularly in love with Pain, Work and Futures. All three of those tracks have made it into my main iPod playlist.

I've also been listening to a lot of Coldplay to get ready for their new album that drops next week. I bring up Coldplay cause they're another of the bands that I only really started listening to because of you, the readers. So, I owe my love for Jimmy Eat World, Coldplay, and Tool to those of you that sent recommendations for each of them. Thanks! And if anyone else has suggestions about crap I should really give a listen, feel free to drop me an email. Loves ya!

I love the 49ers! --
I used to despise the 49ers. Just hated them with a pasion and hated their fans even more. Well, all that's changed now that I've seen the training tape that the team shows their players! Even though, they're apparently taking some shit for it because it's apparently "insensitive" because of its racial jokes, slurs, nudity, etc., I love the damn thing and think it's fucking hilarious. Okay, maybe it's only mildly funny, but I find it hilarious that people would get so worked up over this shit. Anyway, if you don't know what I'm talking about, just check out the main story on www.SFgate.com and be sure to check out the videos.