A Spoonful of Sugar, My Butt
The only thing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge is a blogger with pneumonia.
The only thing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge is a blogger with pneumonia.
Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong? Why do most men name their private parts?
Thanksgiving Day is time for a recitation of all the shit for which I am thankful – starting with inclusive altruism.
“Daddy, if you die, I’ll probably go on anti-depressants.”
They were Big Kids Now, by gum, and just to show us how great and big they were, they had decided to change one another’s diapers. I was in therapy for Post Traumatic Shit Disorder for months. I still can’t have beans, or look at certain Jackson Pollack paintings, without relapsing and screaming for the wipes.