I just looked over yesterday's post, and I see that it is a tad on the maudlin side. So today I will counter with a tale of wacky hijinks: I will speak of That Time I Held Up A Donut ShopI preface by saying that I was in my late teens (or perhaps very early twenties; certainly no older than 21) and that alcohol was involved. Also, Ian was involved ( Read more... )

Look at these crazy kids:


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Mrs Clubber and I were discussing our senses of humour last night, and I was talking about how snooty mine has become. For something to make me laugh out loud, it has to surprise me with an unexpected twist, etc. When I was much younger, such things were never an issue: everything caught me by surprise, and I (like everyone else who was my age) ( Read more... )

I went down to the store to get some V8 to drink with lunch. A woman and her daughter (I'd guess around 4 years old) stood with me waiting at the corner for the light to change ( Read more... )

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Today on the bus a woman nearby was talking to her companion, bemoaning the fact that her son had called to inform her that her daughter had cut her own hair. "I can't even begin to imagine what it looks like," she wailed ( Read more... )