Three ways to tell the woman in your life, “Look! I don’t take you for granted ALL of the time!”
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.