I go out of my way to get into fights. You know, since I'm a meatheaded cretin and all. Jesus Christ almighty.

What kind of mental midget actually picks fights as an adult? Unreal.

This is all getting very meta.

a spelling duel to the death. Help me complete my life. This is awesomeness of epic proportions.

Smell the rain. You are the man!

I think this kid has a helluva sense of humor.

I had some good Oktoberfests last night. Mmmmmmm, seasonal beer.

I witnessed a car crash and a huge fistfight in a supermarket parking lot (at noon on a Sunday). I then left my kid's shoes on the roof of my car and discovered this five miles later--one was wedged under my roof rack, the other was discovered in a median strip 20 minutes later after a search and rescue op. It's been an odd one.