Or the street, if you’re unfortunate enough to be in Paris these days. Roo is also the kanga from Winnie the Poo. Push with your shoulder, Xi, not your fist.
Or the street, if you’re unfortunate enough to be in Paris these days. Roo is also the kanga from Winnie the Poo. Push with your shoulder, Xi, not your fist.
You know how some people under the social pressures of hardship and adversity say dumb shit like, “I hope to be a role model and a source of inspiration for my children”?
If I go in here, and I once again discover a chick sitting on a urinal taking a dump, there’s going to be a problem. It just doesn’t flush.
Some day, in the future, I hope to be friends with someone who owns a Litter Robot. You know, one of those automated contraptions that tumbles your cat’s turds around until they disappear into a parallel universe. It has been a dream of mine, ever since finding out about them early last week, to take …
When Forest Wells traveled west to California in 1865, he was seeking adventure, fame, and a fortune in gold. Sadly, he was ten years late for the gold rush, but what he discovered, instead, was even more valuable.
Inside Doug's Head 