“I have never been a religious man,” said an eating fan from Santa Monica known as Bobby Cee. “But seeing the image of the Blessed Virgin in that sandwich is pretty darned spine-tingling.” I think I’ve been doing this religion thing all wrong.
I’m sitting in someone’s kitchen, 220 miles from my home, surfing on their wireless using my wife’s laptop. I’m supposed to be burning a backup copy of Shark Tale, since we’re giving one to the Birthday Boy in a few hours. Only guess what? The laptop doesn’t have a DVD burner. It has a DVD […]
There is nothing that can compare to being nekkid under a down comforter, especially when you are nekkid with someone you love deeply. Except? It gets kinda toasty after a while. Bonus: the next day she laughs about you saying you were like ‘pigs in a blanket.’ Snorts, actually.