Anyone pulls an acoustic guitar out, and I make for the exits. It is too awkward being the only audience for your personal show.
You should be washing your legs — it takes moments, and it is worth the trouble considering your ass is essentially glued to them.
Did your parents send you to military school? And did you learn some seriously dubious DIY there? I surely did. From mace to blowdarts to hanging toilet paper roll dispensers. All nonlethal and seriously dumb— check it out!
Troll Marketing is fun to read, but must be a challenge for the trolls behind the wheel where staying on top is essential. It reminds me of military school.
Every Halloween we are flooded with excellent tales of ghosts, monsters, and things that make us tremble late at night. This is not one of those.
I wanted to ask Walter Cronkite for his autograph but was way too shy so instead I took his car registration and tried to show it off to pick up girls on Sundays at church…
My military school mixtape was an ever-evolving analog account of the music I was obsessed with in the early to mid-90s — what would easily become my favorite decade of Hip-Hop music
Blaze Tower was an action hero who couldn’t survive one page of his own action novel.