I would drink a Ruby Red Squirt at this very moment. At any moment for that matter.
No, smartass, I’m not talking about myself here.
Here’s me letting someone else do my writing for a change.
Simple. To the point. True.
When this comic ran, a member of the post office wet-vac squad asked me to autograph it.
A little blue material for your Friday.
Did people really drink wine coolers in bars? I guess they must have. I barely remember that.
This story remains among the weirdest things that have ever happened to me.
Don’t get too cocky, kids.
I’m no longer a vegetarian, so these days I only eat the bugs naturally found in hotdogs.