I am a terrible disappointment to my father.
Don’t call it fucking “hair styling” or going to a “stylist” — pushing 60, I’m back to sporting the same haircut I had when I was 6.
One of the few joys of road biking is dominating the bike lane — easily passing runners, beach cruisers and mountain bikes.
I was driving into Fountain Hills just as I heard Lewis Black reading my rant about Fountain Hills on his podcast. I’ve got the audio file to prove it.
I’ve had dogs that liked me, but they always “loved” other people. This past few weeks I found a dog that actually loves me. If I’m lucky, for the next 15 years, I won’t be able to take a shit by myself.
It took almost 20 years, but I have a new favorite joke.
My old favorite still makes me laugh, but not nearly as hard as it used to (be — a common condition at my age).
I must confess and probably apologize… I’m a body-size bigot.
This is a good time to remember the “Founders.” But if one more wanna be GOP “thinker” tells me he “believes in” the Constitution, I’m just going to take a shit on his shoe.
Every fiber of my non-existent soul didn’t want to tell this story. It’s wrong on so many levels. Stop here if ye be afraid.
I’ve been a journalist and an English teacher, and I can tell you some of what we shove down kids’ throats as “grammar” is bullshit.
I once went cycling up a giant mountain with a drug lord from South America.
Sure, sure Angry Ed denies he is, or has ever been, a drug lord. But if ever there was a witness protection name for a cartel double agent, it’s “Ed Vegas.”
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best “friends” found a way to pick on my face.
When you are ready to die, try Pickle Ball.
I don’t have any evidence to prove it, but I swear to your imaginary God the old dicks of Palm Springs are the only thing keeping the economy surging
It’s Canada Day today… So I thought I’d send this friendly message to our northern neighbors…
Don’t get your knickers in a twist – of course this is just more of my bullshit.