Time to clear out the animal clutter from my blog folder.

Want to make your dog look really tough like the dogs from medieval times? Try some doggie armor.

Want to make your cat look as gay as possible? Try these cat nail covers.

Want to put a live rattlesnake in your mouth? Learn from this knucklehead how not to do it. I love his final quote, "It is kind of my own stupid fault." As opposed to the roving band of crazed vandals who forced you to do it?

An earlier post recounts a weird anniversary for my wife and I. As bad as it seemed it couldn't compare to this first anniversary event for this couple. Cows are evil. I'm glad I eat them.

Hogzilla. 'Nuff said.


Web Junkie

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Happy Halloween

Back when I was about ten, I went trick or treating as a witch doctor. I got to a house that I didn't know who lived there and was greeted by a kindly looking old lady. When I routinely and without much enthusiaism stated, "Trick or treat," she responded by handing me a piece of religious literature. Go »

Christmas Post #10: SNL Parody Inspires Product

I don't know if the SNL commercial parody for a product called "Ass Don't Smell" inspired the inventors of this product but the connection in my mind cracks me up. Meeting all of your body odor needs. I couldn't find the original sketch but here's a parody of the parody, I think. Go »

Steve's Supermarket Adventure (Cont'd)

...Or The Further Foibles of Ugly On a Stick Tonight, at the Safeway, I encountered the same cashier as I do most Saturday nights. Ugly On a Stick. Go »

Mother's Day Gifts

As an honor to Brenda, we got her some plants for the house and lawn. Nice plants. All now dead from neglect. Go »

Baseball and Androgeny

Recent conversation with Brenda: me: (watching baseball) Do you realize how filthy professional baseball players are? Brenda: Not first-hand, no. me: Look at these guys. Go »

My Ball Got Whacked With Monkey Poo

I love miniature golf. Back in college, I spent many a drunken evening goofing off with friends, avoiding the last few pages of a term paper, or just getting the cheap thrill of pretending you're an athlete by getting your ball into Mickey Mouse's left eye to win a free game. Eat me, Arnold Palmer! Go »