A cricket chirping outside the house: “Oh wow Honey, listen to nature’s symphony. Isn’t it beautiful?” as you gently caress your lover’s hand.
A cricket chirping inside the house: “Die mother-fu*ker! Die!” as you destroy the basement looking for it, finally grinding it into a paste under your shoe.
I was cranking a little classic rock this afternoon and came upon a revelation – the song “Blue Collar Man” by Styx […]
OK. I don’t have kids. But I like kids. And I was one once. So this qualifies me to have an opinion […]
I had to make a quick and very important decision yesterday. I was headed over to a friend’s house to help do […]
A giant camel toe of rain is headed to the Midwest…
