Ooh, a luscious one.

Oh married life isn't all bad.

Yeah, married life.

But don't Bohemien Rebels end up as

I'm pretty sure an imported Toyota pickup, either the standard Hilux or a Land Cruisery variant, would survive a little more abuse than the relatively fragile Tacoma in your photo. Until the rust of course.

I like kindle books, but after the one plane flight during which I read a print copy of "Da Vinci Code", it was extremely pleasing to fling the book into the trash once I walked out of the plane into the terminal.

Do guys who hang out in comic book stores count?

"Scarab forearm bird bird bird!"

It's weird that you mention a bipolar wife here. I do understand your position; my wife went off her meds and then manic about once every 3 years. But if I could make things happen differently I'd try to have her with me still. (Ironically, in my favorite photo of her is a copy of the novel "Replay" in which the guy…

Nope, it was all weekday volume today, plus unplowed roads. 28-mile 2-hour commute from VA to MD, 495 & 270, saw 3 stopped vehicles and no accidents. Traffic volume + snow.

Marie, a vampire: "I take lives"

Which is which? Did we elect the insane guy or the other one? Because I thought the the guy who lost was more callous than insane.

Try marrying a German. You do everything the wrong way apparently unless you do it her way.

I use my copy of the Darwin Awards book to disable the door buzzer on my pickup so I can keep the doors open, with the radio cranked up, while I chainsaw down that tree next to the truck.

Yeah but we saw it in a cartoon once. It looks like it might work.

A couple things contributed to the collision, including lack of shoulder for a stopped vehicle. On a non-urban Interstate in the US, that usually isn't a problem. Oh wait, I66 right here near DC: the shoulder is a travel lane during rush hour. <Insert Richmond vs. northern VA rant.> Honestly surprised I haven't…

Proof of a legitimate marriage was out there pooping and fussing in the other room. Actually, I noticed years down the road that the hausfrau had hung a painting of an African princess on the living room wall; why, God knows.