Nobody on Your List Needs an Air Fryer
I am literally begging you not to shop for Christmas presents on Amazon. Here are 12 great small business gifts to gift this year!
Exit Stage Left
One doesn’t spend childhood learning all the lyrics to the original Broadway cast recording of Cats! and come out the other end NOT wanting to be a “theater kid.”
Money Grabber
Was I just a marketing professional before my time?
Things I Learned at Horse Camp
“Horse Camp” may be an inappropriate label for my camp experience – a more accurate title would be “Crippling Homesickness - With Some Horses.”
Accessorize your Fallout Shelter
Is your underground bunker photo-ready for our impending nuclear catastrophe?
Cocktails to Remind You that You’re Alone on New Year’s
New Year’s cocktail recipes that will send you into a rolling blackout by the time Jenny McCarthy starts making out with strangers in Times Square.
On TV with Diane Sawyer
When you address me, please remember you're speaking with someone who has appeared in a television commercial.
Conveyor Belt Sushi
Don’t put words in my mouth. Put sushi.
Founding Father-Approved Ways to Celebrate Fourth of July
George Washington crossed the Delaware so that one day, we could freely watch a man win a mustard belt by eating 75 hot dogs in one sitting.
The Fellowship of Christian Athletes
Writing “I heart sports” in gel pen on my binder didn’t fool anyone.
Coachella Band, or Random Object in my Grandma’s Storage Room?
Well? Is it an indie band or is it the contents of Lois’ storage room? You tell me.
10 Ways to Get Kicked Out of a Baby Shower
If feigning interest in unwrapping onesies and diaper genies is more painful to you than childbirth itself, here are ten easy ways to get yourself kicked out of a baby shower
Yearbook Day
Every girl came armed with 4 gel pens and ask you to sign their yearbook. Every boy had either a dying Sharpie or a 100% of stealing one of your gel pens.
The B-52’s
If you see a painted sign at the side of the road…
P.E. Dropout
It takes few shots to get a touchdown. Or whatever.
Pants on Fire
The life and times of a compulsive liar.
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