I think The Last Supper is called The Last Supper because afterwards we just started calling it dinner.
Month: December 2019 Page 1 of 3
I love my girlfriend and all, but I really feel like I’m walking on eggshells every morning when I try to make breakfast and screw it up ’cause I drop all the eggs on the floor.
I used to be fascinated by those Tibetan monks who set themselves on fire, but it does take some of the magic away when you realize those guys think they’re getting reincarnated.
Russians are supposedly very bigoted, and yet I haven’t heard a single complaint about that Siberian railway that came out as trans.
It is becoming so hard to find good, ethically sourced shark fin soup these days.
I recently picked up a copy of W. Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage, and I gotta say, it was not nearly as erotic as I expected.
I just read Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, and now I’m really excited to read the sequel, The Art of Georgia O’Keeffe.
Someone needs to tell the NAACP that ‘colored people’ is no longer the preferred nomenclature.
When I blow out my birthday candles, I always try to beat the “wish” system by wishing for more candles.
I bought some really authentic moonshine when I spent some time in Appalachia. I could tell it was legit because it was 120 proof and 85 octane.