Words in a Row

No red­necks were harmed in the pro­duc­tion of this pho­to.   Let me tell you about the time I mar­ried my sis­ter Thing 1. No, no—holster the Jeff Fox­wor­thy red­neck jokes. I grew up in Kansas, not the Ozarks. Thing 1 mar­ried some­one else; I just per­formed the cer­e­mo­ny. This was a bit of a […]

Sor­ry if this ruins your child­hood.

If you were online back in the ’80s and ear­ly ’90s, you might remem­ber a com­mon gim­mick on BBS and/or Usenet; viz. the Canon­i­cal List of _____________ (den­tist jokes, Kirk vs. Picard, insults, and so on). I don’t remem­ber when or where I first saw a list of Veni, Vidi, Vici jokes: Basi­cal­ly, it starts […]

Do you think the Cin­na­mon Chal­lenge or the Tide Pod chal­lenge were for sissies? You’ve come to the right place!

How many jokes are there in Top Secret! ?

The sprawl­ing, epic saga of four (or five, sort of) influ­en­tial authors, all of whom have, alas, joined the choir invis­i­ble, but who also, may all our flagons of ale in Val­hal­la ever be full, can­not sue me.

You know what’s wrong with kids these days? I’ll TELL ya what’s wrong with kids these days!

Reliv­ing the Great Car Stereo Wars of the ’70s.

How to take peo­ple apart to see how they work.

Adult­ing real­ly sucks some­times.

Today I’m binge-watch­ing Bob Ross. No, real­ly.

The frogs are here! TODAY, the World!! A TIDAL WAVE OF SLITHERING, SLIMY HORROR!

Now the creepy triple-head­ed album cov­er makes more sense.

Before Rohyp­nol, Jethro Tull T‑shirts were, alas, the only way a lot of guys could get laid.

You’ve heard this say­ing: “If you don’t like the weath­er in (wher­ev­er you are), just wait five min­utes and it’ll change!” This, my friends, is Fake News.

I love the smell of The Sur­faris first thing in the morn­ing!

John Den­ver did­n’t die, kid. He just went home.

This post is about a song by The Right­eous Broth­ers. I don’t know if they real­ly were right­eous, but I do know they weren’t broth­ers.

When you adopt a dog, you’re tak­ing respon­si­bil­i­ty not only to pro­vide for her, but also to do right by her when it’s time to make tough deci­sions. It can be heart­break­ing.

No red­necks were harmed in the pro­duc­tion of this pho­to.   Let me tell you about the time I mar­ried my sis­ter Thing 1. No, no—holster the Jeff Fox­wor­thy red­neck jokes. I grew up in Kansas, not the Ozarks. Thing 1 mar­ried some­one else; I just per­formed the cer­e­mo­ny. This was a bit of a […]

Sor­ry if this ruins your child­hood.

If you were online back in the ’80s and ear­ly ’90s, you might remem­ber a com­mon gim­mick on BBS and/or Usenet; viz. the Canon­i­cal List of _____________ (den­tist jokes, Kirk vs. Picard, insults, and so on). I don’t remem­ber when or where I first saw a list of Veni, Vidi, Vici jokes: Basi­cal­ly, it starts […]

Do you think the Cin­na­mon Chal­lenge or the Tide Pod chal­lenge were for sissies? You’ve come to the right place!

How many jokes are there in Top Secret! ?

The sprawl­ing, epic saga of four (or five, sort of) influ­en­tial authors, all of whom have, alas, joined the choir invis­i­ble, but who also, may all our flagons of ale in Val­hal­la ever be full, can­not sue me.

You know what’s wrong with kids these days? I’ll TELL ya what’s wrong with kids these days!

Reliv­ing the Great Car Stereo Wars of the ’70s.

How to take peo­ple apart to see how they work.

Adult­ing real­ly sucks some­times.

Today I’m binge-watch­ing Bob Ross. No, real­ly.

The frogs are here! TODAY, the World!! A TIDAL WAVE OF SLITHERING, SLIMY HORROR!

Now the creepy triple-head­ed album cov­er makes more sense.

Before Rohyp­nol, Jethro Tull T‑shirts were, alas, the only way a lot of guys could get laid.

You’ve heard this say­ing: “If you don’t like the weath­er in (wher­ev­er you are), just wait five min­utes and it’ll change!” This, my friends, is Fake News.

I love the smell of The Sur­faris first thing in the morn­ing!

John Den­ver did­n’t die, kid. He just went home.

This post is about a song by The Right­eous Broth­ers. I don’t know if they real­ly were right­eous, but I do know they weren’t broth­ers.

When you adopt a dog, you’re tak­ing respon­si­bil­i­ty not only to pro­vide for her, but also to do right by her when it’s time to make tough deci­sions. It can be heart­break­ing.

No red­necks were harmed in the pro­duc­tion of this pho­to.   Let me tell you about the time I mar­ried my sis­ter Thing 1. No, no—holster the Jeff Fox­wor­thy red­neck jokes. I grew up in Kansas, not the Ozarks. Thing 1 mar­ried some­one else; I just per­formed the cer­e­mo­ny. This was a bit of a […]

Sor­ry if this ruins your child­hood.

If you were online back in the ’80s and ear­ly ’90s, you might remem­ber a com­mon gim­mick on BBS and/or Usenet; viz. the Canon­i­cal List of _____________ (den­tist jokes, Kirk vs. Picard, insults, and so on). I don’t remem­ber when or where I first saw a list of Veni, Vidi, Vici jokes: Basi­cal­ly, it starts […]

Do you think the Cin­na­mon Chal­lenge or the Tide Pod chal­lenge were for sissies? You’ve come to the right place!

How many jokes are there in Top Secret! ?

The sprawl­ing, epic saga of four (or five, sort of) influ­en­tial authors, all of whom have, alas, joined the choir invis­i­ble, but who also, may all our flagons of ale in Val­hal­la ever be full, can­not sue me.

You know what’s wrong with kids these days? I’ll TELL ya what’s wrong with kids these days!

Reliv­ing the Great Car Stereo Wars of the ’70s.

How to take peo­ple apart to see how they work.

Adult­ing real­ly sucks some­times.

Today I’m binge-watch­ing Bob Ross. No, real­ly.

The frogs are here! TODAY, the World!! A TIDAL WAVE OF SLITHERING, SLIMY HORROR!

Now the creepy triple-head­ed album cov­er makes more sense.

Before Rohyp­nol, Jethro Tull T‑shirts were, alas, the only way a lot of guys could get laid.

You’ve heard this say­ing: “If you don’t like the weath­er in (wher­ev­er you are), just wait five min­utes and it’ll change!” This, my friends, is Fake News.

I love the smell of The Sur­faris first thing in the morn­ing!

John Den­ver did­n’t die, kid. He just went home.

This post is about a song by The Right­eous Broth­ers. I don’t know if they real­ly were right­eous, but I do know they weren’t broth­ers.

When you adopt a dog, you’re tak­ing respon­si­bil­i­ty not only to pro­vide for her, but also to do right by her when it’s time to make tough deci­sions. It can be heart­break­ing.

No red­necks were harmed in the pro­duc­tion of this pho­to.   Let me tell you about the time I mar­ried my sis­ter Thing 1. No, no—holster the Jeff Fox­wor­thy red­neck jokes. I grew up in Kansas, not the Ozarks. Thing 1 mar­ried some­one else; I just per­formed the cer­e­mo­ny. This was a bit of a […]

Sor­ry if this ruins your child­hood.

If you were online back in the ’80s and ear­ly ’90s, you might remem­ber a com­mon gim­mick on BBS and/or Usenet; viz. the Canon­i­cal List of _____________ (den­tist jokes, Kirk vs. Picard, insults, and so on). I don’t remem­ber when or where I first saw a list of Veni, Vidi, Vici jokes: Basi­cal­ly, it starts […]

Do you think the Cin­na­mon Chal­lenge or the Tide Pod chal­lenge were for sissies? You’ve come to the right place!

How many jokes are there in Top Secret! ?

The sprawl­ing, epic saga of four (or five, sort of) influ­en­tial authors, all of whom have, alas, joined the choir invis­i­ble, but who also, may all our flagons of ale in Val­hal­la ever be full, can­not sue me.

You know what’s wrong with kids these days? I’ll TELL ya what’s wrong with kids these days!

Reliv­ing the Great Car Stereo Wars of the ’70s.

How to take peo­ple apart to see how they work.

Adult­ing real­ly sucks some­times.

Today I’m binge-watch­ing Bob Ross. No, real­ly.

The frogs are here! TODAY, the World!! A TIDAL WAVE OF SLITHERING, SLIMY HORROR!

Now the creepy triple-head­ed album cov­er makes more sense.

Before Rohyp­nol, Jethro Tull T‑shirts were, alas, the only way a lot of guys could get laid.

You’ve heard this say­ing: “If you don’t like the weath­er in (wher­ev­er you are), just wait five min­utes and it’ll change!” This, my friends, is Fake News.

I love the smell of The Sur­faris first thing in the morn­ing!

John Den­ver did­n’t die, kid. He just went home.

This post is about a song by The Right­eous Broth­ers. I don’t know if they real­ly were right­eous, but I do know they weren’t broth­ers.

When you adopt a dog, you’re tak­ing respon­si­bil­i­ty not only to pro­vide for her, but also to do right by her when it’s time to make tough deci­sions. It can be heart­break­ing.