I'm such a bad uncle. Every year I go into the Christmas season with the best of intentions — and exit with the worst of excuses.
It's that dreaded gift-giving time of year, and I had to wrap a gift for my work Christmas party. Naturally, it didn't go quite as I intended. It never does.
If a man gets sick in the woods and there's no woman around to hear him, does he still whine?
Seriously, I drink way too much Coke Zero. And it's getting out of hand.
Who knew the ancient Egyptians thought the humble dung beetle was sacred? The Houseguest, that's who. And she was determined to tell me all about it — whether I wanted to hear about it or not.
Do I enjoy working as a copywriter? Usually. But some days, I'd rather have bamboo splinters shoved under my fingernails.
The opioid addiction crisis is out of control. I've had a number of drug addicts or recovering addicts in my car. What's going on is just crazy.
Despite the innuendo, click-bait title, and juvenile humor, there is a decided lack of porn in this post. Just me being abused by my crappy ISP. Again.
Starbucks, my old nemesis, we meet again. But this time, I'm onto you.
Ever know you've screwed up? Like really bad? Like someone told you to do something and you said yeah, yeah, you would take care of it — and you meant to — but you just didn't get around it because, well, you just didn't? This is one of those times.