A little shame can nurse and nudge us toward sometimes desperately needed self-improvement.
Fool me—you can’t get fooled again.
Call me intolerant, but some things just shouldn’t be tolerated…
Party hearty, young dudes and dudettes, cuz PlaySkool is out and real life is now knocking at your door carrying a big bill.
Daugherty’s editorial comment was a chickenshit piece of writing and attitude, whether or not Mary Goloff is addicted to prescription drugs and alcohol.
Sluggish Cognitive Tempo, or SCT, a heretofore unnamed scourge of childhood. I’m not making that up. The malady, once known colloquially as “daydreaming,”
Not paying for the service provided by people who serve them seems consistent with the Koch brothers’ view of life, an attitude of entitlement…
What better manifestation of latent homsexual yearnings than this man crush so many right wing dipwads have on Vladimir Putin
Alexia wanted me to have it, but I found it too hard too play, so I didn’t take it. But I kept thinking of it, and I finally arranged to get the guitar against everyone’s advice.
Some people have suggested that nobody at all reads the Synthesis, but I know that’s not true based on my hate mail alone.
I was immediately surrounded by a pack of surly monks, and I was ready for them.
Manmade climate change was causing emergency permutations in the thermal protection provided by pubic hair.
Everyone grew old and died, most of them still wishing prom night had worked out better than they remembered it.
Lenny Bruce once said that marijuana would be legal in his lifetime because he didn’t know a lawyer who didn’t smoke weed. Me neither.