A friend of mine likes to pose this question: Would you rather be right or happy?
I don’t have a vagina. But if I did have one, I’m pretty sure I’d think twice before I started shoving all sorts of weird stuff in there like it was an extra pocket made out of flesh.
Watching daredevils (and unlucky rednecks and other angry, dumb men make hate to fate) we can pretend for a moment like we, the rest of us, make good decisions.
Did you hear? There are gangs at Disneyland! Like, street gangs. Over the last two and half years, the Happiest Place On Earth has slowly become overrun with what look like biker gangs.
I’m done with Spotify. You can keep Pandora. I want no more iPod shufflin’. I don’t need ’em anymore! I had a come-to-Jesus and I’ve returned home … to college radio.
It’s time to kick down the doors. Let springtime rush into the room.
The first guest on his new show, Late Night with David Letterman, was equally irreverent Midwestern funnyman, Bill Murray.
Forget life lessons. We have Bill Murray.
I’m no corporate apologist.
The tarot may or may not be some secret tool of the universe.