Love is blind, (and deaf, and has a poor sense of smell.)
I haven’t done anything quite this bad since I got off the drugs and quit drinking. Stray animal, adopted on an absolute impulse. Saw it, told the man I’d take it, […]
Category Archives: Boneheads
Proof that the gene pool needs a little more chlorine.
somebody else’s bike
I look responsible, probably, and people figure that if something goes awry, I will just get them another bike. Thank god we’ve yet to put that one to the test.
fantastic, as usual..
One of my (and I am by no means alone) favorite weekly stops has been the Boston Globe’s Big Picture. It is not where you’d expect to find a knuckle-dragging grobian […]
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