I just stopped in the middle of shaving off my beard when I suddenly saw that the man in the mirror was Mickey from Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure.
Here’s a huge bin of razor blades at the Clas Ohlson store and they’ve all been labeled so you know they’ll set off the alarm if you steal them.
“Well, Miss Holsclaw was at lunch so I just give Tammy a roll of dimes and she run to the libary and just use they mimeograph for the struction sheets.”
Some jackass thinks a church in historic Visby would look better with some unreadable scribbles on it.
The amazing story of how Kodak invented digital photography and how the duck face ruined it.
…including how Kodak’s invention slowly ate them alive.
The pairing of two so-called “matching” socks is merely an illusion, so masterfully perpetuated that I never realized it was not the natural order until today.
I was unenthusiastic about Bill Clinton at first. Now I’m hoping everyone who felt the same about Obama is warming up like I warmed up to Clinton.
The new incarnation of my magazine of interviews with my friends and other so-called “regular” people.
Not throwing bags of garbage off the balcony may seem like an obvious courtesy to most people. Not making hip-hop records if you’re Swedish should also be so clear.
The wheels have been ready to fly off the tabloids in Sweden over the past week, on the news that the crown princess has a little majesty in the oven.