Your face looks like un-troughed concrete. You rush into every relationship vagina first. It appears at first glance you may be a decent human being until 1 hour of interaction with you.

DO NOT PARTY WITH THE GIRLS FROM THE TROY HOOTERS!!!

The fecal boomerang has definitely made its round trip back into my life. Let me sum up Friday the 6th for you FMD fans. My car got towed this morning.

I want you to go down a slide made out of a cheese grader, nude. I want you to be simultaneously sodomized and orally raped to resemble Chinese finger cuffs.

There is a difference between a bum and the homeless. A bum is the lowest life form on this planet. They plague us with their constant loitering and their insatiable hunger for spare change.

You have no girlfriend, wife, friend with benefits and you can’t afford a hooker. What do you do?

Are you the type that forgets where they came from?

I am a time bomb waiting to go off. With as much BS as I have endured there will be a mushroom cloud the next time I break down.

FMD'S input on the whole uncomfortable dating scene for men: You ask a girl out or she asks you out. The time and date is set up and you begin to prepare.

Once again I find myself in dirty Detroit strip club. My hippie friend wanted to celebrate his birthday by going to the local brothel. Naturally, he was completely at home in this germ jungle.

This one goes out to all of the mentally impaired woman that I have had the sad pleasure of crossing paths with.

Viagra, Cialis, Extenze, or any other boner assistance you can think of are nothing but cop a out for women that can’t do their job!

I am proud of all 47 of you sick twisted individuals. You have all proven me wrong.

Gas prices are at an all time high. Blame the president? I don’t think so. If its all his fault then why can I find cheaper gas the closer to the hood that I go?

[Comments Closed Due to Cat Fight -Abe Froman] You must have lost your tiny little minds!

I may have a heart attack before finishing this rant so bear with me. I drink a lot. I don't plan on stopping until I am a raging useless alcoholic.

What goes around comes around. This is a real constant that will always be. Decisions are the ingredients that make up Karma's fodder.

You can wrap a piece of sh!t in tin foil but inside is still a piece of sh!t. I see this everyday.

Get out!

Drink, drank, drunk is the way I would describe myself last night. After approx 12 shots of tequila 2 jager bombs and 4 beers I was obliterated.

Boob jobs are good. Tits are supposed to be a sacred thing. Boobs are not supposed to look like 2 gym socks filled with vomit nailed to a board.

Should you or shouldn’t you? How do you affect people? Is your daily presence offensive and detrimental to all who surround you? Do you screw people over every chance you get?

I was extremely sick the other day, so a friend thought he would cheer me up by bringing a 30 sack of sliders to the house.

You ever meet the kind of woman that gives you that old fashion feeling that you would drag your skin tag through 2 miles of broken glass so you can beat off in her shadow?

After a long un-necessary vacation FMD is now back in full swing. I needed time to view and interpret the wrenches of society to give fodder to the anger machine.

“I had to pee so bad I ran into the ladies room stall, spun around, ripped my pants down, and accidently fell bare assed into an UNFLUSHED toilet!" This is what I heard first thing this morning from

Transsexuals are by far the best example for the decline of society as we know it. My morning started with a wonderful deuce. No straining or pain, just the run of the mill dump.

I have lost yet another woman to FoulMouthDrew.COM.

I am sick of women trying to stimulate their box by grinding on my spear. Don’t they know what jeans will do to your helmet after several minutes of friction?

It all started at a local Livonia sports bar. My Yiddish webmaster started off the night by making sure that no one in attendance was going to take home a woman from that bar.