I managed to scrub both toilets, then hear a child screaming outside. Why? They won’t tell me, not with a straight story, anyway. But somehow a can (large) of concentrated frozen orange juice is involved, as the contents were melting on the driveway next to an eight foot long bamboo stick. There was a bicycle […]
So I was reading Boing, Boing, as I do sometimes, and came across their post about guys on bicycles that sharpen knives. Now, that’s cool enough in itself, but somebody named Richard wrote in with this little bit: There’s a fellow named Chuck that lives at the end of Zion Road in Gambier, OH. He’s […]
I ate way too much for lunch. My friend in the next cubicle now has standing orders: if they hear any snoring, to toss a stapler over the wall.