A Toy Soldier Story
As a kid, I had to use my imagination. No cable, no video games, no Anarchist Cookbook on the internet. If I’d tried to buy the ingredients for a bomb, the store clerk would have […]
As a kid, I had to use my imagination. No cable, no video games, no Anarchist Cookbook on the internet. If I’d tried to buy the ingredients for a bomb, the store clerk would have […]
Mr. Picarella is not a mister. He’s a 13-year-old kid. He’s my kid! My wife and I try to protect him from the world, but I promise, we don’t shelter him. We let him ride […]
My son is coming home from college for Thanksgiving and I can’t wait. I miss him. In reality, he hasn’t gone anywhere—not yet, anyway. The kid is only 13 years old. He’s in junior high […]
Breakfast… Most people forget it’s even a meal. Others preach of it’s importance. For me, it was awkward. See my father was kind of a man whore, who always left me to clean up his […]
Detective: I found the murder weapon. *holds up kindness* Rookie cop: You mean she killed him with… Detective: Yep Rookie: *throws up* — Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) February 24, 2014 3-year-old: Do you have a mat […]
I just learned that Smith & Wesson is now marketing firearms to the ladies via that shopworn and scantily clad marketing tool known as “pink-washing.” Pink-washing refers to the ubiquitous pink that shows up on […]