The hot tub at the hotel is not hot. The heating mechanism is out. This really makes it more of a “tepid tub”. And that’s just a terrible way to sell a hotel room.
Lines, Lines and More Lines. Car is parked, door is open. Screw you, Black Friday. —-It’s a haiku.
I often wonder if turkeys fear Thanksgiving. If, when September rolls around, they begin to sweat. They look at a calendar, their eyes glazing over. They look into the future, and all they see is a roaster. I think about this sort of thing a lot. And then I put the piece of turkey in … Continue reading “On Thanksgiving…”
I sometimes wish I had horns on my face. Not for some religious reason, or anything. I just think it would be awesome to walk down the street and hear everyone say, “Hey, that guy has horns on his face.”