Sure, we live in an apartment surrounded by hundreds of other virtually identical apartments, but does your fancy town home have carpeted parking spaces? No. No it does not. Advertisements
There’s a joke I like. How do you know if someone doesn’t own a TV? Oh, they’ll tell you. It’s a format that works for all kinds of groups. Vegans, liberals, anime fans. Some people can’t wait to tell everyone about the thing that makes them superior. And then other people feel superior by telling… Continue reading The Secret Society of Pug Owners
Never stop being crasy, little kid.
Having two dogs is like having two kids in a surprising number of ways. Near the top is the sudden moral requirement to choose your favorite: all families need a pecking order. Now we have the lady Jordan alongside The Reverand John Henry, we need to establish their order in our affections. So, let’s break… Continue reading On Choosing Your Favorite Child
Did you choose this license plate? Are you a pigeon? Or did your keyboard get stuck? What a time to be alive. So many questions, sir.
You crazy Americans work longer and, maybe, harder than comparative first world countries and it’s insane. We have only a finite time on this earth and somehow you have perfected the system where there’s an agreed-upon dollar value for each hour of your life, so you can sell it to corporations, store owners, and any… Continue reading It’s a Perfect (Work) Day
If it’s only $3.50, you have to ask yourself if you really want it.