I thought of the time that my friend had a rat jump on his foot and bite him a bunch of times, which made me smile again, thinking that this would make her smile too, thus improving her day a little.
maybe they were good ninja who just don’t make enough cash ninjaing, so they had to have day jobs working in delis and such to subsidize their attempt to continue to be ninja in an age where such an endeavor really doesn’t pay all that much
Yesterday I ran into an 80 year-old lady whose cell phone ringtone was Justin Timberlake’s “Bringing Sexy Back”, which resulted in me Bringing Breakfast Back. Back up through my windpipe and onto the snow covered concrete below. The smell of green eggs and bile on the dirty ground smelled noticeably better than the mixture of Ben Gay and Rue McClanahan inspired perfume that she was wearing.
First of all, what type of cruel parents of a child born in Kentucky would give their baby boy the middle name hope, when hope is the one thing that the little youngster would never have.
Left for dead as a newborn in the jungles of the Congo, Jesse Gersten was raised by a savage family of Baboons. Brought up as one of their own, Jesse learned many valuable lessons such as swinging from vines, stand-up comedy, and slinging poo. Freak circumstances placed Jesse right in the middle of Bostons vibrant comedy scene where these skills helped him become one of Bostons top young feature acts.
