Fridays With Freddy: Metaphorical Embodiment of Me
I might be quietly hoping the C.R.A.P. that bears my name might somehow fetch a respectable sum for the Foundation
Category: Fridays with Freddie
Fridays With Freddy: Cover Shoot
Yesterday afternoon, a man with Impossible Hair arrived at the apartment with a big camera.
Fridays With Freddy: Dog Eat Dog Debate
So I sat down last night with The Biped to watch the idiot box and pass the time.
Society’s Casual Indifference to National Mutt Day
Fridays With Freddy: It’s come to my attention that today is National Mutt Day. It has further come to my attention that I am a Mutt. So far, no one has congratulated me.
Freddy’s C.R.A.P. Contribution ~ AUCTION BONUS!
Great result! Freddy’s cookies along with Mike’s sold on eBay for $575! Congratulations to the winner who will also receive a personalized Profoundly Disconnected Book and Somebody’s Gotta Do It tote!
Fridays With Freddy: Missed Deadline
The Biped’s been sitting in the same chair since Thursday with a glass tube stuck in his mouth and an an ice pack on his head.
Fridays With Freddy: Waiting for a Grand Entrance
Hey Freddy, are you okay? I didn’t see a post from you today. Hope your biped made it back to take care of you after his parachuting stint.
Fridays With Freddy: Choppy Water
Just a few quick tips, if you find yourself relaxing on a mountain lake
Fridays With Freddy: “Rat-Things”
Mike, I saw this photo online yesterday, and frankly, I’m disappointed
Fridays With Freddy: Who the Hell is Mike?
Marie Jennings writes, Hope you didn’t forget Fridays with Freddy.
Off The Wall: Parents in Question
“I always liked you Mike, b/c I thought you were a real guy. Then I saw commercials with fake parents
Fridays With Freddy: Working
Honestly, I don’t get it. The Biped sits there and talks just like he always talks.
Fridays With Freddy: “Pain Relievers?”
It was just a little orange pill, a “capsule-shaped tablet,” glazed with a delicious coating of slippery sugar.
Fridays With Freddy: “Dog Poems”
Recently, while perusing the “magazine for men” in the Biped’s study, searching for content between a preponderance of cologne ads, I happened across a collection of canine related poetry. Though obviously more appropriate in a “magazine for dogs,” I nevertheless read the following stanzas, and laughed so hard I peed on the floor. Oops. Perhaps you will too. Freddy David Sedaris’ “Dog Poems” published in Esquire Pepper, Spot, and Leopold Were sent by God, so I’ve been told, In hopes we might all comprehend That every dog is man’s best friend!!! Hail hyperactive Myrtle, Owned by folks who are infertile. Read More
Fridays With Freddy: The Encounter
“It was such a pleasure to meet you and Freddy this morning!