In the News this week: A boy murdered a girl because they broke up with him. Then he died from a gunshot wound. While we're pointing fingers at his father for owning the gun, or the mental health industry for not seeing whatever they didn't see, or the gun lobby for being the gun lobby,... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This is not a plea for sympathy or invites or company. It is just how it is for me this Christmas and what I'm doing about it. **************** Christmas has always been big for me, and Christmas 2015 is the first one in thirteen years in which I will be alone in the house... Continue Reading →
This is a love letter for the conversationally-retarded. If you don't understand what it says at all, then count yourself lucky. If you do 'get it', you may be part of the problem.
I'm not going to tell you what my idea of 'too far' is for a corpse kissing any more than I would tell you to back it off a bit if you kissed a breather (unless the breather is me) but I would guess that if you keep it brief and tongue-free, you should be pretty safe in most situations.
Did you know that dog shows are the only place where a man can sit on a bench, point at a woman walking a dog and say "That bitch is mine", and have the little old lady next to him lean in and say "You must be so proud"? It's true!