EXCERPT: I cannot differentiate between poison ivy and poison oak, at least not when it is smattered about my skin like gasoline burns. No, perhaps gas burns seem more plasticized. My body looks like it has been dragged through the drainpipe of a teenage girl’s bathroom sink, covered with pink powders and weird gels.
Archive | March, 2012
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What happens when a bunch of duck hunters in search of a caffeine fix walk into a bank?
Ant Farming and the Road to Existentialism
One day, I ordered an Ant Farm from the Internet. One of those space age ones, where instead of sand it was filled with blue gel that acted as the ant’s food source. In the ad it looked very cool lit up, so I bought it.
Chubby Chasing
The downright romantic side of chubby chasing explored.
Over Easy
The young waitress smiled as she approached the booth. “Would you like a menu?” “Yes, I would,” said the old gent. He took the menu, slipped it under the left side of his jacket.
Won’t You Be My Neighbour?
When the neighbours from hell are especially boorish, there’s only one way to describe them.
Olson’s Coach Delivers Pre-Game Pep Talk
An alarming conversation between a coach and his players.
The Druid Life
Melon Drama
