If I woke up in Groundhog Day I would never get out because I’d begin every day by finding a cop and going for their service weapon (as a joke)

Here’s my dad to remind you all that September may be here but there’s still time to find a little summer magic

Weekly wind down ritual of climbing into a cannon to be fired into a cold, deep mountain lake.

I have a memory from childhood where I tasted sour cream and onion chips and found the flavor very exotic and exciting

It’s really sad in ET when the kids all chant “ET go home” until he rode away crying on his bike

Selling my accounts receivable to play the short-game and taste one last hamburger

went on the late night “adults only” version of a guided tour last night and let me tell you it was bawdy !!

meeting my wife at pf changs im so hungry

TSA has blamed Richard Reid for nearly two decades for their simple desire to see the feet sweetie