Why was everyone so grossed out on my way up and so complimentary on my way down?
All in Nonsense
Why was everyone so grossed out on my way up and so complimentary on my way down?
Of all Job’s many afflictions, one particular affliction still endures. Read on.
Of all Job’s many afflictions, one particular affliction still endures. Read on.
A chart explaining the intricate art of detecting the people who run marathons.
A chart explaining the rules about men in necklaces and the sole exception to the rule.
Karmic payback for the time we played Surfing Bird on the Eat-a-Burger jukebox for twenty minutes straight.
A chart explaining the tolerability of children. I’ve found few exceptions to this rule.
Letter Twelve, in which I deal with my existential crises by letting God off the hook because God never asked for this.
Letter Eleven, in which I deal with my existential crises by wondering if I’m simply talking to myself.
Letter Ten, in which I deal with my existential crises by wondering if I’m fishing.
Letter Nine, in which I deal with my existential crises by almost sounding grateful. Weird.