G Is For Golf

“Fore!” I shouted as the wood smacked the ball, blasting it a good 250 yards down the middle of the fairway. I won’t lie to you; it was a perfect shot and all but guaranteed that I’d finish the hole… Read More ›

Pull The Strings

“Red hots! GET YOUR RED HOTS!!!“ That was the sound of me in action, bringing all my marketing prowess to bear in the name of selling hot dogs, peanuts, sodas, and beer to the literally unwashed masses. No need to… Read More ›

Friday Night Cockfights

Looks like a promising Friday night. My head gardener, Luis, is hosting the area’s annual cockfighting championships in his backyard this evening, and he graciously extended an invitation to me. Given my longstanding love affair with the Sport of Kings,… Read More ›