Finally, you too can dress like you’ve been dragged through a wet ditch. And at only $425, you sure as hell aren’t going to wish you’d bought a game system and something to play on it instead. I don’t know […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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I spent the holiday weekend at the beach with my family. I hadn’t been to the beach in years, unless you count a very cold day trip where all I got to do was look at the water and freeze […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m a curious sort. I have a hard time passing an open door or a window without at least giving it a glance and I like to turn over big rocks to see what’s hanging out under them. I did […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
There has to have been at least one natural gas leak that ended tragically because of an excessive farter, right? P.S. I just got a squiggly line that indicates that “farter” is not a word. YOU LIE, SPELLCHECK!!
Sometimes I think it’s possible that I eat entirely too much cereal. Then I remember that there is no such thing as too much cereal.
If a Ziploc bag like this exists, I couldn’t find it online the other day. If I get a bag of nuts or trail mix at a gas station I don’t pour it into my hand. I’m a busy man, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sometimes, I take my dog outside and she pees and then wanders aimlessly around the yard for what feels like an eternity. Once we’re back inside, the dog having not pooped in the yard, she immediately goes to her food […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The Westminster Dog Show is actually letting cats in. I did not make that up. It’s in a very limited capacity now, but I can foresee a time when pushing breakables off shelves is a major event. A lot of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And that’s how babies are made. Glad we had this talk, champ. I’ll see you downstairs for dinner. I’m gonna be participating in a forty-eight hour film making competition with some friends this weekend so, if you don’t hear from […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I miss Samus too, Reggie. More in the way you miss an old friend than an old flame, but I miss her. There’s always been two very different sides to Samus, the tough-as-nails bounty hunter and the lady who runs […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…