August 15, 2010
Hey Charlie, how’s your father’s cancer? I don’t trust my children, Charlie. Do you know what’s in granola? It’s made from orphans, Charlie. Sorry if I seem a little shaky: it’s the Red Bulls. Margot! Why does it smell like some dog’s been licking his balls in here?! Have I ever told you about the [...]
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July 27, 2010
So, okay, you want to run this by me again? Not particularly, Jake, no. But. I knew it. I knew it when we were kids. You used to steal my tighty-whites and wear them yourself, right? I found panties repulsive. And so yeah. Sometimes I did. And now, what? What am I supposed to call [...]
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