Last week my brother sent me a bunch of family pictures he found in my parents’ old house. Have you ever cringed so hard you’re afraid the tendons in your neck are going to snap?
We didn't dream of being baseball players or coaches in my family. Stadium beer vendor was good enough for us.
Spitoon, sir?
It's Halloween, and I'm going as either a zombie or Mikhail Gorbachev
Our Boy Scout troop was like the first 30 minutes of an Ernest movie. Here's us practicing keeping our heads down, preparing for a life of janitorial positions.
The only reason I'm interested in this gun is because it's pink.
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