Month: December 2003

(And I ain’t talking ’bout pizza.)

It’s more that it doesn’t feel any different from any other day.

I guess there ARE some cops here who mind if you run a red light.

Well, one actually.

I guess not…

Ladies and gentlemen, a star is born.

I have certain things I expect to see out my window when I open the curtains in the morning.

Just when you think somebody might turn out not to be an asshole…

Political incorrectness sinks to a new low.

But not in a creepy, Michael Jackson kind of way.