OK, so it’s been a little while since I last posted. I know what you’re thinking but I’m not dead. If I were, I’d have all the time in the world to write posts (in between breaking rocks and applying burn cream—don’t know why, but I’ve always assumed I’d be heading south when I […]
November 30, 2012
OK, listen up, son. We don’t have a lot of time to deal with this. Your testicles are dangerously close to injecting copious amounts of testosterone into your blood stream and you’ve unfortunately got the girl sense that I had at your age. Which is to say you have none at all. Once that chemical gets […]
October 23, 2012
Son, you may remember me telling you that there are two kinds of kids in middle school: those that are miserable, and those that make them that way. I was both. In short, that’s because nobody else had to make me miserable; I did it just fine myself. And I didn’t even wait until middle […]
June 24, 2014
20