Monthly Archives: July 2009

There are some things a man should not do.  This is not a sexuality thing, it is purely that for the most part, we are completely crap at it.  In this instance, it was me baking a birthday cake for my daughter’s first birthday.  Of course, had she eaten any of it, I am confidentContinue reading “…add a touch of love and bake until completely screwed.”

In the last year, I have been dribbled on, sneezed on, vomited on, coughed on, punched repeatedly in the face, kicked repeatedly in the fun department and had the freedom to leave the house late at night with no warning taken away. Another way of saying that is “A year in the life of living with myContinue reading “I’m gonna kick you, punch you, vomit on you and unconditionally love you”

In something you read everyday in the highbrow newspapers, a woman in Ghana married her dog because she said it reminded her of her late father.  I would question why he is late, but it will end up being a witch hunt about his watch being on a different time zone or something.  But regardless…Continue reading “The tail might wag, but it is likely that the sex is going to be crap”

Every year, when the summer sun comes out and I get the unbelievably stupid idea that I can do DIY.   That I, the master of disaster, can actually take something and improve it. It happens every year without fail.  And every year I manage to fail.  I get all “Yeah!  Fixing stuff!” without that memoryContinue reading “It could be worse, I could glue myself to an animals genitals.”