Monthly Archives: November 2015

I took this picture a while back while pumping gas at a gas station next to a strip club in Ft. Wayne. Still trying to figure out what the New Year’s Eve Midget must have looked like. When you think … Continue reading →

I rarely pay attention to background music in stores/hotel lobbies/etc. but recently heard the worst song EVER in that category while eating alone in a restaurant. I’d never heard the song before and it’s hard to describe, but it sounded … Continue reading →

He who hasn’t hung a turkey neck from the fly of their pants and paraded around the Thanksgiving festivities yelling “Yo! Check this out!” cast the first stone.

I just saw some guy I knew in high school show up on the People You May Know part of Facebook. It wasn’t a bully-type thing and nothing really bad ever happened to start a feud, but we just always … Continue reading →

At the adult Thanksgiving dinner table, the old family favorite joke was slightly modified (as seen below) in an effort to freshen things up a bit and stay with the times. Old Joke: Q: Have you ever smelled moth balls? … Continue reading →

I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror after returning from taking Aaron to school. I wonder if any of the kids saw us and think that Aaron got a ride from Khalid Sheik Muhammed this morning? (You … Continue reading →

We had a fire pit party in our back yard tonight with about fifty to sixty of our closest friends. It’s kind of crazy and you might not be able to see this but if you look closely at the … Continue reading →

I’d like to thank each of you in advance for mentioning my blog to your family and friends on Thursday evening as you lay on your couches among your respective Thanksgiving crews all bloated and uncomfortable with your pants undone … Continue reading →

It is my belief that one of the perks of getting old are having your bruises get really big and purple and horrible looking when they really don’t hurt that bad. I just saw an ad on TV for something … Continue reading →

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that asking the convenient store clerk if I could expect to dance with salmonella after eating one of their chicken breakfast sandwiches that may or may not have been under the … Continue reading →