Plumbing issues are my worst nightmare. So of course, the plumbing gods decided it was time to toy with me.
I hate typos and other mistakes in articles on professional news sites. Is it just me or does no one seem to give a damn about quality anymore?
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.
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.