I Think You’re Funny
I think you're funny when you crinkle your nose into a tiny wrinkled flesh button, roll down the window and ask, 'Did you fart?'
Nathan DeGraaf graduated fucking years ago with a BA in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida, which he still lives near because college chicks are the best. On weekday evenings, Nate can typically be found at any one of a number of North Tampa bars. On weekends, he typically cannot be found. When not drinking, fishing, watching sports, or having sex, Nathan likes to read, play the harmonica, and show up for work. Throughout the course of his life, he has been arrested six times because, as his father has often said, "the kid is fucking stupid."
I think you're funny when you crinkle your nose into a tiny wrinkled flesh button, roll down the window and ask, 'Did you fart?'
Since April 1st of this year, I have been working from home, making and losing money in the volatility and insanity that is the global equity markets. It's a blast, thanks for asking.
My brother recently got married. His bride wore no shoes at the wedding. Neither did I. But it was her day so I didn't bring up the fact that she 'borrowed' my style. I'm gracious.
Peter Falk is dead. And that got me thinking about Columbo, possibly my all time favorite television character. Columbo was so cool, he got his boss arrested for murder.
Memorial Day is tomorrow. In many ways this subtle holiday is a day of thanks, thanks to all the soldiers that fought and died in wars representing this once great nation. In a way, that can seem sad. <p>But to heck with sad. We've no time for sad. This is America and we got stuff to do. </p>
The people who passed these laws think they're doing good. They're the same people who tell you what to eat and not to smoke and that they know how you should live your life.
The other day, my friend Ryan introduced me to a girl from Cleveland, Mississippi (population: 12,340) and as luck often has it when my silly self is around, I had been there.
<p><strong>Lara</strong>: How you been?<br /><strong>Me</strong>: Staying out of trouble.<br /><strong>Lara</strong>: Trouble rides shotgun when you drive. <br /><strong>Me</strong>: Okay, so I got into a little trouble... <br />
I dream of a better world, / One that requires a new and better word / To describe it. / Utopia sounds boring.
<p><img class="photo" src="/files/u2/bin-laden-celebration.jpg" alt="People waving an American flag at night following the death of Osama bin Laden" width="200" height="148" />Osama Bin Laden <br />And his wife<br />Had children <br />Like many of us, I suppose. </p><p>Osama Bin Laden <br />Did his research <br />And knew a lot<br />That the U.S. needed to know. </p>
<p>Normal?<br />Well I believe that normal is a state of being plain<br />Which is generally frowned upon<br />Within the higher ranks. </p><p>"This world has a way <br />Of knowing what you mean. <br />I on the other hand,<br />Don't understand a thing you're saying man."</p>
<p>People get married out of fear sometimes<br />Because they cannot afford the cost <br />Of this project known as life. <br /><br />Problems compound. <br />Formulas espouse. <br />Theories are put forth<br />And moved backwards<br />Like pieces on a chessboard. <br /><br />And in the name of the bride and groom<br />We ask that you please visit their registry