• Walmart song

    Walmart attracts some unique birds. I am not sure where these people live, but they scare the hell out of me. I once saw a couple, with four teeth between them, haul a huge flat screen TV out of the store and put it in the trunk of their rusted car with duck taped windows. It was the dead of winter. Priorities? Apparently, there is only one way to catch the “falling prices” : You must be wearing filthy pajamas. The dirtier the better. If you can throw on a tank top and expose tattoos Billy gave you in the kitchen of his trailer that is even better. It pisses…

  • It wasn’t me

    I am not a fan of public bathrooms for obvious reasons. My children never have to go when we are home, but the minute they see a restroom sign it becomes urgent. I do have them trained to walk in like surgeons with their hands up in the air. They know not to touch anything. If they forget I squeal like Sharon Osbourne, “Don’t touch it!” Well, today I was the one who couldn’t hold it. I had just finished a large coffee from Starbucks. After three kids you run the risk of wetting your pants with a sneeze. There was no way I could hold it until I got…