This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that make me barf a bit, the ones you know you’re supposed to love, but really you’d rather hammer your thumb repeatedly than sit through them on the radio again – you know the kind I mean.
This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that make me barf a bit, the ones you know you’re supposed to love, but really you’d rather hire Mario and Luigi to work on your plumbing than sit through them on the radio again – you know the kind I mean.
This is an advent countdown of Christmas and other miscellaneous holiday songs that make me barf a bit, the ones you know you’re supposed to love, but really you’d rather raw dog a rottweiler than sit through them on the radio again – you know the kind I mean.
The fact that a good, young person lost a fight with cancer does not really go against my sense of fairness – I haven’t any – nor against my understanding of how the universe works.
I know you’ve covered this before, but what is it about household chores? Is there some kind of genetic thing that makes strong, athletic men fall asleep when the dishes are dirty? Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?