I do not sing in public. For that matter, if you are a passenger in my car, you don't want me singing then either. I wonder sometimes what happened in my family. I was the only one born without an athletic gene. I can't draw either. My attempts at dancing look curiously similar to Elaine … Continue reading A post about French horny mimes.
If you ever want to coerce me into doing something, all you need to do is tell me I can’t do it. Naturally, this rule does not apply to things I am physically incapable of doing, like dunking a basketball or only eating a couple of Pringles out of the canister. I’m talking about serious … Continue reading Rocky VII