Now That He’s Gone, I Can Share the Truth of How My Father, Mr. Peanut, Killed My Mother
Growing up, he was a hard legume to love. He showed no emotion, said very little, and was constantly traveling for work.
Growing up, he was a hard legume to love. He showed no emotion, said very little, and was constantly traveling for work.
“Article II Looks Good On You” (The Journal of Bizarre Constitutional Arguments, December 2012)
“I am grateful for my talents.” How quickly can you fold laundry before getting hit on? Did someone steal your detergent?
I take coffee to my colonial porch and watch the sunrise over the Miranda Lambert river valley. An old hound is sunning himself on the porch steps.
“Hell” is my collection of art pieces that explores suffering as an innate part of the human condition. What it isn’t is a punishment.
Qualifications: Ability to fire one-liners and innuendo, as well as sex appeal. You don’t follow rules, but you live by your own personal code.
The couple that endured Rain On Their Wedding Day realized mid-Hawaiian-honeymoon that they never discussed having children.
Celebrity Talking Over Celebrity: For those of you wondering, what’s that actor from that movie doing these days? Well… it’s this!
Billy, look at your mother! Tell me you hid the Milanos with Dark Chocolate Filling! Oh, my child... How could you?
Mein gott, his calves are whiter than the snowcapped peaks of the Swiss Alps. Achtung, baby!
Have you ever heard of the term "self-fulfilling prophecy?" Maybe the cross is made of some kind of metal that vampires are sensitive to.
No one cared about me. The main story suddenly became Hannibal's unique style of investigation and vague allusions to a troubled past.