I'm forming the National Tomato Association. And if tomatoes are sold as unregulated as guns are, soon they'll be killing more people than guns.
Dear Dr. Politics: I'm hoping you can help me with a problem. I'm a member of a small but important government organization located on Capitol Hill. (Hint: It has 100 members, two from each state.)
A group calling itself the Iranian Cyber Army briefly hacked the social messaging service Twitter last night, frustrating the efforts of narcissists to share their most mundane and banal thoughts.
Man is a rock star/golfer/politician/televangelist and women -- or gay prostitutes -- are knocking on his hotel-room door day and night, and the penis is like, are you going to answer that?...
I like a good cigar once in a while. And I have had none better than the one I smoked recently. That's because I rolled it myself.
Let's set the record straight on something: these tabloid bimbos are not the real secret in Tiger's closet.
Lieberman claimed that the Democrats knew he wanted Dominos, and that he even relented last week when they forced him to order from Wendys.
Everyone who knew Gerald Stoltzfoos, a limited (pathetically so, really) network of neighbors, classmates, and co-workers, all agreed that he was a man destined for great things.
Several years back, a mixed group of writer friends was discussing religion, when someone whimsically bemoaned that Christmas got all the good colors, while Hanukkah was pretty much stuck with blue and white.
The weekend had arrived, romance was in the air, and after a hard several days at work, I was so in the mood for love. I was looking good, feeling good and had a wallet filled with cash.
If you happen to have some spare sanitary napkins around, or know where you can borrow some, you've got the makings for some cushy slippers with non-slip grip strips and a built in deodorant feature for fresh feet.
