If Britney isn’t performing at the Superbowl, what’s the point?
I saw the real Erin Brockovich this morning, and remarkably, she looked nothing like the real Julia Roberts. Erin, that’s what I call her, passed me on her way down The Stairs this morning. She smelled like raspberries and hairspray. I tried not to make it obvious to everyone else on the staircase that I [...]
For eating an entire box of Kellogg’s new Winnie the Pooh cereal in less than one day.
Blame your farts on the little people in our cabinets doing an assortment of construction work.
Insult the Asian database administrator. At least he’s not wearing fishnet stockings.