Hear this post in your head as if I am reading it out loud while smacking my gum.
I did not trick or treat with maxi pads taped to my feet, no. But everyone who knew who I was dressed as asked where that part of my costume was.
Seasonal allergies are getting the full blame for this, and when they send me hate mail I will publish it.
Oh, look who decided to wander out of his basement lair and grace us with his presence?
If you have a testimony about any home remedies for a cold, I am currently looking for religion.
I may sometimes frighten her friends, but something tells me I can remedy that.
A sprawling post about my diet that does not include a single reference to poop. I should be fired.
My being an idiot has nothing to do with deciding to do a juice cleanse and everything to do with my I.Q.
Yes, the post eventually addresses its own title, but you’ll have to wade through some cultural observations first.
The best part of my jobis that I get to share so much of it with the wonderful people in my life.