: if a bug drowns in your coffee, should you still drink it? :
Heck, you might as well, because ground coffee is already full of bug fragments and I’m not kidding. I wish I was, though. If you’re wondering…
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: how’s this for a national emergency? :
It snowed. A whole stinking bunch. All day long, frozen white crap came hurtling out of a dreary gray sky. Every stoopid flake is still out there, too, all 10+ inches, screwing…
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: the annual fall panic :
Is there a name for the extreme fear of being cold? Yes, it’s called frigophobia and is a condition from which I suffer. I assure you, suffer is the appropriate word, as…
: the case for santa claus :
The truth is, I harbor a deep, undying hope Santa is real and have for my whole, entire life. There, I’ve said it and I’m glad.…
: how I spent Christmas night :
: back on the horse :
: all humor is based in sorrow :
: the great debate :
: the home alone christmas :
It’s not my first one, either, not by a long shot. They’re all like this, which is to say disastrous. Oddly enough, at some point during…
: where the heck is fema? :
My computer went belly up on Thursday and that, to my way of thinking, is the literal definition of disaster — an event short of catastrophe,…
: we aren’t crazy :
We’re creative. There’s a difference. Oh, it’s hard to distinguish at times, but there’s a difference all right. Crazy is Sideshow Don, a lunatic wrapped in…
: my kingdom for a woodpecker’s tongue :
A woodpecker bashes its head into a tree up to 20 times per second or somewhere around 12,000 times a day, give or take. Not softly,…
