The Viking Funeral or HALO-Flame-O grilling
Recently, on a Southwest flight back home from Kansas City, I was given a handful of free drink coupons from a sympathetic viewer.
Recently, on a Southwest flight back home from Kansas City, I was given a handful of free drink coupons from a sympathetic viewer.
They roll their balls down the dusty track, and squeal with glee as they collide with the others.
Hello Friends, and Happy Day After Independence Day. Like many others, Kris Haas was disappointed with yesterday’s post from Freddie.
It’s come to my attention that the original mascot of American Independence is the rattlesnake.
This is my friend Eileen. She’s turning 49 today, and celebrating the occasion with some delicious bavette steaks and a houseful of friends.
So far, five million people have seen the slightly altered face of a shoplifter I posted earlier this week.
Used to be a fella could duck into the local diner, grab a burger and get on with his life.
Some of you might be familiar with this photo. It was taken a few years ago on a pig farm in Las Vegas.
The woman standing at the back of the plane is about to piss her pants.
Had a spirited conversation last night with some locals down at the liquor store.
I don’t wear underpants. Partly because I’m a dog
As some of you know, I’ll be in Kansas City next week, speaking at the annual Skills USA National Competition.
Last night in the bar I met a guy with a cyst on his elbow. Or perhaps it was a boil.
I wrote this a few years ago. It’s still mostly true.
Yesterday was the 70th anniversary of D-Day.