Aside from the practical (not being able to find a compatible and stable life partner; simply never having wanted to be a parent), the reasons many young Gens give for not planning on having kids vary. From concern for the world in general to themselves in particular, their reasons include...
Packy was in fact playing a game with me. The keeper shared this fun fact: Packy had a “fixation” on hats; specifically, on women wearing hats (I was wearing a red rain hat). As in, in that keeper’s interpretation/opinion, Packy didn’t like certain kinds of hats, and if Packy...
The two people in charge of supervising this expedition was Counselor Tim, Mid 20s with a receding hairline, and Gretchen, a German exchange counselor that probably learned she was on canoe-trip duty that afternoon. The remainder of the day, the canoe group learned basic canoe safety, the m...
We also heard a story from Jon, who was bamboozled along with his friend into couch surfing in Albuquerque in what he thought was friendly territory. Almost immediately after they arrived at this house, things turned hostile. There was an explosion outside, someone smashed up the trash cans a...
Disclaimer:If you are currently reeling under a bad stomach ache, and/or are making frequent visits to the loo, and/or constipated, I’d advise you to to not read this now, and maybe come back a later time. This is not for the weakfartedhearted and certainly not for the constipated....
“My mother would kill me if I ever farted!” “Mine too!” “It’s eating cabbage that does it.” “Yeah…!” Thank goodness the bell rang then. It was the bare-faced nature of the lies that obsessed me as I went back to class. All so prissy-perfect —My mother would kill me...
I’ve been very busy. I have farted in public at least 12 times today. It’s a good thing my dog likes farts. I have recently rewritten my entire usual stand up set, and I’ve been preparing for my upcoming showcase at Broken Cauldron. We’re having a special crushed velvet dog be...
Despite consuming black-eyed peas every New Year’s day, my father’s family remained dirt-poor sharecroppers.[2]Every year, as I bring whatever black-eyed pea dish I’m making to my family table, I can’t help but wonder: just once, did a brave soul in my father’s family (possi...
Despite consuming black-eyed peas every New Year’s day, my father’s family remained dirt-poor sharecroppers.[2]Every year, as I bring whatever black-eyed pea dish I’m making to my family table, I can’t help but wonder: just once, did a brave soul in my father’s family (possi...