There are many realities we must face as we age: We can get out of touch with popular culture, the musical and sports heroes of our youth start dying off at an alarming rate, and hair grows in the absolute worst places at a rate that astonishes scientists.
Well, the Super Bowl is over for another year, and the much-hated New England Patriots and their quarterback/male model/possible robot Tom Brady were denied ring No. 6.
I love Mexican food. And by “love,” I mean I could eat it for every meal for the rest of my life. I am a border kid, and grew up with food full of delicious spicy meat, dripping with sauce and topped with cheese.
Young people can be pretty dumb. We know it, but they have no idea. But they will.
I get the question all of the time when people find out I am from Arizona. “Why did you move here?”
Remind me to never fly on Jet Airways. The chances of me flying on the Indian airline are pretty slim, because I really have zero desire to visit India. But I will certainly put the airline on my own personal “no fly” list.
Well, 2018 is not getting off to a good start. I should have known this year was in trouble when I saw a woman get out of an expensive vehicle at the convenience store wearing pajama bottoms and slippers. That was a very bad sign.
Another new year has come, and there you are making the same old promises to yourself.
Merry Christmas! As I write this, Christmas for you is either today, or yesterday or tomorrow. For me, Christmas is still more than a week away.
I got my first tattoo when I was 18. It was in Wichita Falls, Texas where I was in a communications technical school in the Air Force. Like many dumb 18 year olds, my buddies and I decided it would be a great idea to get tattoos. I got a small black rose on my lower leg.
While the DVR has made watching television a better experience, we still can’t avoid all of those annoying commercials.
The flat Earth movement is a group that just keeps on giving. What it continues to give me is fits of laughter.