where is the love?

as things have become like world war III up in this bitch lately, i feel the need to mediate. what the hell is going on, guys? we used to be so happy, with our mustaches, italians, bread, and all of that. now some of us (as in kubas, max, kurt and sam) are angry and paranoid. i want two posts down below to start off the healing process- one with each side of the story. and lets use our grown-up voices. no more verbal attacks. physical attacks are fine with me, but if you're going to fight don't tear the blog apart. i would like to see an outcome where everyone has their privileges back, and no one has to worry about them being taken away.