It’s not news that biker shorts have been a thing this year. While it was nothing short of an atrocity from the get-go, there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight.
I had just hopped off the treadmill and was trying to decide where I was going to go to get a big, fat, juicy cheeseburger when I overheard a trainer at the gym talking about what it takes to stay in shape.
I had just graduated from college and was waiting for a life-changing job offer. In fact, any job offer would have been nice.
Life is hard. There are a million choices we could make in our lives that will impact us in ways we can never even imagine.
Who doesn’t like a nice, cold beer on a hot day or even a cold day, for that matter? There are only two types of people who don’t like beer; weirdos and toddlers.
We want to believe that we are morally “good”, but when the shit actually hits the metaphorical—or literal—fan, sometimes we fail.
My formative teen years did not involve the ever-present smartphone of today, but the media still found ways of consistently feeding me the image of “the perfect body.”
I was in a small spaceship, galaxies away from home when I realized I had lost my mind.
We live in a loud, obnoxious, ugly, and yes sometimes orange “Trumped-up” world. We all want a little more peace… a little calmer.
Comedy becomes an unreliable drug, one that sends you shooting to the moon or crashing into the fiery depths of hell.