Space, the Final Frontier
Or, “Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me.”
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Or, “Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me.”
He can leave his friends behind.
Facebook, Chick-Lit, Tapirs and the Unibomber. Need we say more?
A: You can’t handle the tooth.
or,
The Thrill and Anguish of Unplanned Dentistry
I always thought that my dad would have done a great walk-on role in a movie. I’d love to see him as one of the rebel pilots in the climactic finale of the original Star Wars – maybe when Lucas re-re-re-releases the holographically-mastered “You-Star-In-It!” version of the original trilogy…

Recent statement suggests child safety seats pose “imminent hazard” to seat manufacturers, auto-makers
Or, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my cleric!”
Adventures in dining with my son.
What do Darth Vader, marital intimacy and asphyxiation have to do with one another? It’s not what you might think.