Bring me my blankety-blank change. It’s not yours to keep, I don’t care if it’s a nickel. Let me make the call.
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Bring me my blankety-blank change. It’s not yours to keep, I don’t care if it’s a nickel. Let me make the call.
Give me a handsaw and an axe. Give me a good old fashioned toilet with a lever right there on the side. I’ll send my one pancake to a local river, my butt will be dry, and everybody goes home happy.
What should we call the Frat Daddy who technically graduated but never left? The de facto king of Natty and corn hole whose every ambition, whose very reason to exist, is caught in the time warp of College?
A motley list of things I dislike: 1. Ranch dressing 2. Celery 3. Most cats 4. Seeing people humiliated in public 5. Lukewarm coffee 6. A shower during which the water turns cold halfway through. One or the other, please. 7. Barbeque sauce or ketchup around my fingernails 8. People who can’t just say, “I […]