Depression: Mania’s Ugly, Dimwitted, Slovenly Sister

I just got back from a three-martini lunch at my favorite strip club, Boobs-a-Poppin’, which in itself is a bit of an oddity. See, when I make a midday trip to that dimly lit slice of heaven, it generally means… Read More ›


I Like Googling Pictures Of Boobs

There, I’ve admitted it. And I’m not the least bit ashamed. Now if you’ll pardon me, I still have a lot of pictures to sort through; catch you later.