This cabin says that the kitchen has a really nice view.
This cabin says that the kitchen has a really nice view. That’s great, but beside the point… unless the porch has a great microwave.
This cabin says that the kitchen has a really nice view. That’s great, but beside the point… unless the porch has a great microwave.
Things I wish I’d’ve known in first grade: being on crutches for a week makes you AWESOME at hopscotch.
What would you do if you snuck into a friend’s house and the only objects in the kitchen were a chair, a table, whiskey, and a revolver?
There are reasons to like this clown. He’s got gumption. Most people don’t try to take on the Batman. (This statement is factually false. Everyone and their grandmother seems to want to take on the Batman.) … or is it…
Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I can’t kill your collective asses.
How I injured my knee: I accidentally knelt down on a thimble.
Yes, I blew out my knee in a fight, but you should see the other guy! He’s wracked with guilt.
People on diets are such pessimists. They don’t look at the bowl as half-full, they look at it as half-empty.
I offered two options: Soup and Diet Soup. The diet soup was just a half-full bowl.
I’m not pulling my weight this camping trip. I offered to cook dinner, but I guess SOME people are too good for soup.
Nominations are now open for my 2010 Person of the Year. Usually these assignments are determined internally, but there’s not a very obvious candidate this year as there have been in years past. So I’m opening it to the general…
My website would be starting first grade this year if not for the fact that it was born after September 1st. It’s okay, though, because I want it to be bigger and badder than all the other blogs on the…
I will not mess with my database, I will not mess with my root domain. I will not mess with my database, I will not mess with my root domain
“There was a deputy in class today, so now you can officially say you fought a cop.” “Cool! I’ve never fought a cop before!” “Ahh… youth.”
I’m not going to donate my organs, instead I’ll bequeath them to my children so that they can sell them on the black market.
You know you’re getting older when you start dreading the candy-related holidays and start looking forward to the alcohol-related ones.
I think I should stop describing my life as “a story worthy of Roman Polanski.”
You can’t be a Hipster if you self-identify as one. I don’t think I’m a Hipster, but I self-identify as one to be ironic.