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April is a funny old month, no?

Now if only I could find a newspaper to publish me ( Read more... )

To my knowledge I've never had an imaginary friend. It is, however, entirely possible that I did in fact have a bosom buddy named Clifford who thought up fantastical plots to keep me occupied on lazy Sunday afternoons before dinner. The imagination was definitely there ( Read more... )

It's wrong for me to want the outfit, isn't it?

What do you call the insect that looks like a large thin spider and skitters along the top of water?
No, the answer is not Mel Gibson. That is one of the many questions asked in the Dialect Survey directed toward North American English speakers and the words they use to describe events, creatures, everyday tasks and general household items. That's ( Read more... )

Woah...

-- Thanks to Cynical-C Blog.

This afternoon my cat caught, mounted, and made love to a partially cooked chicken while devouring the sinful evidence at the same time. With this kind of unwholesome behavior one would expect the perpetrator of the crime to try and conceal his deed, but not my pet. No. Between tearing chunks of white flesh from the abused carcass of our lunch he ( Read more... )

When I was about seven years old I had an idea for the funniest, cleverest, probably most innovative piece of satire ever to come from the mind of a child: I would draw a mustache on a picture of the Queen. Not just any picture, but a printed bank note that would be seen throughout the land ( Read more... )