I'm the guy from the blog
While waiting for a local gig to start, a stranger came up to me to say that he'd seen a photo of me on my blog that day.
While waiting for a local gig to start, a stranger came up to me to say that he'd seen a photo of me on my blog that day.
My pit bull-rottweiler only eats cat treats and is scared of my eight pound cat.
The following morning, no one could tell me how three hollow-point bullets ended up inside my coat pocket.
I've garnered two Emmy Awards plus two Associated Press awards and I'll always be known as the dude who hit the "perfect showcase bid" on The Price Is Right.
You know work is exciting when in the same week you can say, "I got attacked by an angry black midget" and "I was bitten by a lesbian stripper."
You know you've had too much sugar when your tears begin to smell like apple pie.
As I woke up from my nap to find written on my feet "This is my momma and you can't have her," I realized that my child is very, very strange.
I found out, for some odd reason, my printer speaks in Spanish.
When she introduced herself, we were in the ladies locker room and we were both nude.
My face looks exactly like my mother's did, before a head-on collision with a drunk driver led to her complete facial reconstructive surgery.
Seriously, within the four or five months that I worked at a small accounting firm, a CPA died suddenly of cancer, one of the secretaries had a miscarriage, and the other CPA's husband was found by his mother after having died of auto-erotic asphyxiation.