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Dear Lord, please thank my loan officer Guido. He told me if I didn’t pay back the money I borrowed with interest he would take me to swim with the fishes. I was so...
Now that college students are back home, parental fridges are packed with double the stuff. And rarely are we forced to think outside of the box. I live in fear of the nutrition police....
Dear Lord, please give me the strength to smile gracefully when my 3-year old makes me a chocolate Mother’s Day cupcake from what he calls the dog’s outdoor cupcake batter, Amen. Happy Mother’s Day!...
It’s not too late to shop for the overbearing or over-your-shoulder parent. Here are a few technology gifts that will put a smile on her face. 1. Sign her up for Skype and keep...
I’ve been staying with my sister while in Los Angeles. Why? I really have no idea at this point. Pasadena annoys the hell out of me. It’s like a GAP commercial threw up. Anyway,...
Dear Lord, please forgive our 5-year old daughter for using the seeds she found in her older brother’s room for a kindergarten project. She got an A+ and the teacher gave her $100 for...
Dear Lord, please forgive me for leaving a huge butt print on the window of the Unemployment Office. After traveling 30-miles to report that I’ve been laid off, I was greeted by a notice...
Today heaven weeps to cleanse away the bad intentions of this sun bleached hell hole we call Los Angeles. Holy shit, sorry that last line came out a bit too “artful” even for me....
Dear Lord, please let my soon-to-be-wife’s hunter orange bridesmaids dresses spontaneously combust before our wedding. Having one emotional woman at the altar is awful enough, having seven teeth gritting, pissed off women, verbally castrating me under...
