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Thanksgiving may have gone well, but buffets have declined ever since. And today, they're basically the worst thing ever. Here's why.
After gassing up the car and withdrawing the rent, I set out white knuckled on the open road seeking easy fortune and cheap thrills at the nearest casino I could think of.
I know not what this young man is doing to me. I am constantly hanging on my cellular phone the way a hat hangs on a rack in the window of a milliner's shop.
In order to deal with an impending death in a productive way, we write wills. It's one thing we do to feel better about taking an eventual dirt nap, besides smoking cigarettes.
Surprisingly, women don't mind if you forget your wedding anniversary, and they'd also prefer that you be totally honest about your pornography collection. And that's not all!
Imagine if you can, a wolf-husky hybrid with different colored eyes , who is the lead murder detective in his state, and who moonlights as the top diagnostician in the nation.
Meet the Minister's Quartet: four holy men who created one of the most historic albums ever to grace vinyl. Since its release, "Let Me Touch Him" has garnered a plethora of awards.
After three hours hanging out in a pineapple under the sea, thanks to Nickelodeon's multi-episode SpongeBob blocks, you start to notice some weird shit going down.
It didn't take long to figure out the trend in Steven Seagal films: the guy was socially inept, prone to violence, yet always seemed to get the girl.
It was very forward of the young man to leave a bit of paper on my desk with his name, calling number, and place of residence. I was taken aback at the breach of courtship protocol.
Even though he is long gone, your buddy has left behind a far-from-innocuous remnant of the nasty throbbing stench that sparked his exodus in the first place.
A lot of people believe that the world will end on December 21, 2012. But let's fast forward to the morning of December 22, 2012, or as I like to call it, National "OH SHIT" Day.