That Sportster Piece or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love A Pile of Unrepentant Trash

I've spent far too many hours of my damn life dealing with pathetic trolls -- a redundant phrase, I assure you, and yet one that barely grazes the bile that sits and festers on the tip of my tongue when I get wound up about these utter wastes of skin. And while...

By Andrew Stoeten