Jon Dawson: A dream wedding for just pennies
If my pending patent for no-stick lip balm comes through, I may have enough dough to spring for a few pizzas.
If my pending patent for no-stick lip balm comes through, I may have enough dough to spring for a few pizzas.
“I’m tired of my friends ending up in the emergency room with their lips stapled together.”
One second everybody in the band was asleep in their bunks, the next they were shoulder-rolling down Vernon Avenue.
“By midnight she’ll be crawling around the lobby looking for enough change to get a cab back to her room at the YMCA.”
Every 30 seconds some cement-headed waste of space yelled out as if they were playing bingo at a Metallica concert.
The humidity was so high I saw two fire hydrants fighting over a dog.
“All of a sudden I noticed that the yips and barks had grown disturbingly faint.”
Burroughs’ background as a gangster’s moll taught her to always be on the lookout for crimes of opportunity.
Katt Williams accusation taints an otherwise controversial wedding.
The Wife’s Christmas stocking might end up being filled with the after-dinner mints that have been in my sports jacket since the last time we went out to dinner during the Carter administration.