I don’t know about you Pat, but I plan on never getting arrested and then executed on death row. It’s one of the items on my empty bucket list (things I don’t want to ever do before I die). Sure there’s the off chance I’ll get framed for a crime I didn’t commit. But my plan for that is to just execute a harrowing escape from prison. Which is why I schedule weekly escaping practices for myself from my basement. Granted I have never been able to successfully escape from my basement in the allotted time - 3 hours - but that’s most likely because I keep all the beer down there.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Well... my penis is no longer a baby making war machine. That’s right, I got a vasectomy. And not just a pretend one. A real one. And as a very few of our loyal readers will recall, one of our first posts was about Pat’s vasectomy, which can be foundhere and over here but not here.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Now I’m not here to debate whether growing up as a child believing geese are the ultimate rulers of the sky and heavens is a good thing or not. Also that expired medication are little gifts given to us by these geese gods, that can be exchanged for knowledge and baked goods, that without, one would certainly live a life of shame and horror.