Fasten your seatbelts because, yes, this is from MY grandmother. Sometimes, when someone would say goodbye to her, my dear old gray-headed granny’s parting words were, Be good; if you can’t be good, be careful; if you can’t be careful, name it after me. My…

My doctor put me on a low-carb diet because I’m unbelievably hefty. Like, a charging hippopotamus would bounce off me and go crying to his mama. Like, Moby Dick would bitch-slap me and dislocate his tail. Like, if the Earth’s gravity ever failed, nobody would…

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