This reminds me of how we still managed to go out to restaurants with two toddlers. They would order quesadillas, and then they would pretend like we had to make themselves. They would plant the corn, water it, harvest, grind it up, etc.

Crackdown. ISWYDT.

Curiously, they never tried that position.

This is like a Pink Floyd alternate universe where David Gilmour went crazy instead of Syd Barrett.

He also has not brushed his teeth in 12 years.

This post deserves two thumbs up! But unfortunately I can only give it one.

I guess you could say she was...

Dear Pinto,

Did he get mileage for that trip? Because that would be awesome!

I thought this article was going to be about a gang festival.

You’d cry, too, if you heard a Cinderella story about a former greenskeeper who won the Masters.

Kevin’s Cronin. Also, that was a LONG article.

First of all, his sacrificial offering is excrement, so it’s easy to summon him.

Tonight, on Mutual of Omaha’s “Wild Kingdom”

Everyone’s mouth is agape.