Oops. Dumbass.

While currently portly, as a boy I was huge. Being effeminate didn't help. Add to that the era was the 70's and everyone had long hair, and mine tending to look like an explosion at a steel wool factory. So, yeah, humiliation and I have a long, intense relationship. Like: to the point that while watching various…

"I say: Evolve; let the chips fall where they may."

Welcome to the Mid Life Crisis Joke. Somewhere, out there, beneath the pale moonlight, is the punchline.

Mod? Maybe. Soundtrack? Now in my possession.

While my own preferences are almost as important as these ... people (?) in the video, for the record, I would rather be intimate with a woman that has gray/silver/white hair, wrinkles and age spots (and preferably not anorexic like these nightmares). Egad. How perfectly hideous.

Mocking the right for mocking the left.

I was 12 or 13 the first time I just gave up, loaded a .30-30 Winchester and prepared to take one last step. There is a wee button on the side, a safety, which I failed to see and spent several minutes struggling with my Grand Exit being thwarted. When I accidentally hit the safety, the rifle was facing away from me,…

Frankly, IMHO, you are really missing out on a treat. So, go for it. Tell us what you think.

It is the underlying assumption that Truth, Justice (and all of that stuff) that made me fall completely in love with Irredeemable. "Never good enough for you lot? Fine, I'll just crush you underfoot like the wanton god being I am."

Everybody poops. Everybody dies. When you die, you poop. Simple, really.

I know dozens of people that have "read" the Constitution, the Bible... yeah. It's like that.

Paul Auster, anyone? (Although he isn't really pulp...)

Elvis. Not just the TV movie version, but 3000 Miles To Graceland, in which an Oscar TM winner is owned throughout the entire movie.

I saw the ads and thought, right, Red is going to be a sausage fest brain dead macho he man bull... then...

I still have my box of Diplomacy, with the tiny wooden pieces. I just walk around the house with it on All Hallow's Eve and command the evil spirits to play.

67 big block Chevelle. I have to leave the room now. I will need a cigarette after, and I will wash my hands.

Coffee after noon is barbaric. Prior to noon, lack of same is madness. (After is a strong tea, preferably as black as the coffee earlier... black is beautiful.)

I stayed at home, kept the house clean, did dishes, changed diapers, played with the kids and when She Who Must Be Obeyed came home dinner was either on the table waiting or seconds from delivery.